Malham - Limestone Pavement

Firstly - can you see how thick the fog is? This was the view that greeted my heaving dripping mess of sweat. All around us were people. Invisible but audible. A large group of ramblers and a geology field trip of university students.

This is looking across the edge of the cliff - some several dozen metres below us were a group of rock climbers who had just reached the lip of a hefty looking overhang.

This limestone plateau has been named the limestone pavement of Malham. The sections really look like enormous giant knucklebones - cubes of a width that would reach half way up my thigh. I did have an eery feeling I was about to come across a Hobbit or Wizard or Fairy at any moment, any corner but that was not to be. The closest thing to magic that my rambling pal Adam and I stumbled across was the glorious cream tea in a tiny little roadside cafe later that afternoon.