The weather calmed down during the night and there was a very nice and colourful sunrise. I wandered around the summit as the sun rose but is soon vanished in to thin cloud. I wasn’t in a hurry and this is my last day and I only have a couple of miles or so to the bus stop. I packed up camp and wandered down to the path leading to Rowley Beck. I checked out a nice old lime kiln on the way then a signpost marked the junction of four paths. The right path continued across firm fields down to Height House which is now just a barn and I’m not sure if it ever was a house. A piece of mullion window indicated that it may have been a residence at one time but the window didn’t look original.

Colourful sunrise

Snowdrops

As I got lower I’m glad I camped where I did last night. My original plan was to camp somewhere near this area but it is too near to habitation. There were nice woods by the side of Rowley Beck then I came to the large caravan site at Wood Nook. Just before entering the site a large unfriendly sign was in the field displaying information about the way I’d just come. It said the land was exempt from the CROW Act (Countryside and Rights of Way Act) and ‘trespass is an offence and will be dealt with accordingly’. There’s nothing like making the visitor feel unwelcome.

I wandered through the caravans then past the main buildings of Wood Nook to join Wood Lane. Further down the lane I came to Skirethorns which was a nice hamlet by the bank of Rowley Beck. Inside the entrance to a barn were various sets of horns and antlers fixed high up the wall. Further down Skirethorns Lane was the entrance to the large Quarry. I came to the main B6160 road and turned right to Threshfield. This is where I’d planned to catch the bus but I couldn’t find the bus stop anywhere. I asked a woman who was just about to go into here garage.

Skirethorns

The bus stop in Threshfield

The bus stop was on the other side of the village on the Linton Road. There was a substantial bus stop shelter and over the wall were nice views of the distant hills. If the bus was on time I had a 1 minute connection time in Skipton to catch the Preston Bus. This bus, the 72, was due at 09:53 but didn’t turn up till nearly 10. So I missed my connection in Skipton and had to wait almost an hour for the next bus. There was no waiting room at the bus station but the weather had warmed a bit so I sat on a wall and read my book. The 11:14am Preston bus left on time and I enjoyed the hour and a half bus ride through the countryside to Preston. Then on to the 125 bus home.