Just got back- we camped in a field next to the Old Hill Inn which is situated between 2 peaks, Ingleborough and Whernside. The scenery was fantastic and we had a great time, even though it was very wet and windy.
One guy brought his mandolin, another his guitar so we had a good sing song in the pub and basically got hammered on Black Sheep bitter, as you do.
I was woken up halfway through the night by the sound of the guy in the tent next door vomiting very loudly- unfortunately he did not unzip his tent in time. Bit messy.
Bucketed down with rain most of the way back, but still enjoyed the ride which included a brekky stop in Otley. My friend's LMV turned into a Falcone on the way back, rain affecting the coils making it run on one cylinder.
Beats sitting on the sofa- now off to clean the Jetski.
Guy