15.5 miles – warm, sunny, a gentle breeze
I rejoined the Pennine Way, to which I have been paying scant attention for two days, soon after leaving the youth hostel. The sun shone, the birds left off their territorial disputes and drowsed, the River Tees sang its merry, teasing song, and I walked forth in peace.
After lunch at Middleton it was much the same: sheep-enfolded fields, firm, healthy moorland and oozing sunshine. I dreamed the afternoon away.
I pitched my tent in a little sliver of woodland in Baldersdale, still at peace.