No Mans Land

I have decided that my body needs a day without a fried breakfast. 8 days of fried eggs,bacon,sausage,beans,mushroom,black pudding and fried bread have taken their toll. I need a break. We left Kirkby Stephen at about 8.45am. We had decided to go to Keld via road rather than over the official route which involves crossing peat bogs. Although the last few days had been good,we calculated that the last few months of rainfall would mean that there was an odds on chance of at least one of us ending up waist high in mud. After heading up to Nateby,some 15 minutes into the walk,our navigation skills were again found wanting as we ignored the turning we should have taken and ploughed straight on. We realised our error about a mile later.Let's just say there wasn't much talking as we turned round and headed back towards where we had come from! Once we were back on track my mood lifted and we clocked off the 10 miles of tarmac to Keld by 2pm. There is literally nothing to do in keld-population of 25- so we sat out and caught a few more rays before enjoying a fantastic evening meal laid on by our hosts.It's a good job that I'm doing all this walking because the amount of food I am eating certainly is preventing me wasting away. We are now half way to Robin Hoods Bay and I'm really enjoying it now. The tough walking in The Lakes is over and we now have relatively short days over rolling dales ahead. Fingers crossed the weather holds up as I found a small rip in my boots today which explain why my right foot nearly turned into a flipper during the first few days.