Day three was sunny and we set off to walk to Mount Ingleborough. My Nanny came from Ingleton and it was nice to think that she had walked these hills as a child. She had led an interesting life.
As a child her mother had died and she had run away from home at the age of twelve in rebellion against her stepmother who was a very strict religious woman. She had worked in a hospital laundry in Lancaster. She had met up with a boxer at the travelling fair and run off with him. He took on all-comers for three rounds. He left her pregnant down in Portsmouth and gave her his silver cups which she pawned.
I thought about her as I made my way up those hills. She would have stood where I was and looked at this incredible landscape. It was where she grew up.
I was fascinated with this tree on the horizon. I took a lot of different shots of it.
Mount Ingleborough coming into view.