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The car was going nowhere today.
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Bowes village from a distance.
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We walked along the Sleightholme road, Bowes village to our north. |
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Bright sunshine and light wind, a great day for a winter
walk.
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Snow ploughs at work.
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Winter feeding for sheep.
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The sheep were taking shelter under snow laden trees. This small area of
woodland is one of the last remnants of the Stainmore Forest.
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An almost Alpine scene.
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A look back to Bowes on leaving the woodland.
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Snow plough force on the A66. It was to be another
couple of hours before this route between Durham and Cumbria was to
re-open.
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Snow-bound, or should that be snow-bounding?
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Drifted snow.
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We joined the Pennine Way at Lady Myres farm. |
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Zeta leads the way through fresh snow.
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Footbridge across the river.
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The River Greta.
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A snow covered stile as we head towards the village.
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Crossing the fields to Bowes. In the distance you can
see the trucks and cars being turned round on the still closed A66.
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Hard times.
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Bowes Castle, it stands on the site of an old Roman
Fort. Bowes has always been a strategic location for the crossing of the
Stainmore Pass.
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The main street, Bowes.
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At the bottom of the main street stands Dotheboy's Hall.
Charles Dickens visited Bowes in February 1838 and this hall which at that
time was a notorious "Yorkshire School" featured in his classic novel
Nicholas Nickleby.
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St. Giles church.
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In the churchyard is the grave of William Shaw, the
one-time "head" of Dotheboy's Hall school no whom Dickens is reputed
to have based his character Wackford Squeers.
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The village shop.
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The Ancient Unicorn Inn. Dickens called here during his
visit to the village. Often now frequented by walkers on the Pennine Way.
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Bowes Hall, also the location for another school at
Dickens' time. It possibly looks very similar now as to when he saw it.
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After re-crossing the River Greta we pass though the
small hamlet of Gilmonby.
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Gilmonby.
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A field barn near Gilmonby. At the end of an excellent
winter walk. |