Not much of a walk really, but the cycle from above Kirkby Stephen was challenging. 24 kilometres each way, 300 metres ascent going, 400 returning. Anyway, I'd been going to go by train to Pen-y-Ghent to complete my Yorkshire three when I realised I couldn't take it. The other two had just been stowed with day trippers, Ingleborough's plateau being the only saving grace. I'd find somewhere solitary.

I'd been away with the riders for a few days so I'd no laptop, which is my only internet access. So I randomly settled on Gargareth from OS sheet 98. The bike ride down to Sedbergh was steep but I was going into a stiff breeze. I had to hope it wouldn't change at half-time. Skipping round Sedbergh was tricky, using little lanes and with a critical bit on to sheet 97, which I didn't have.
Visibility on the lanes was limited, still I only made one mistake. The climb from Dent to my starting point was toughish.

The initial path is severe rubble field. It's a bridleway but I'd take care with your horses. I was careful with my ankles. At the top I saw someone else coming after me. Turned out to be a very tall lad from South Yorkshire doing a day trip by train. He'd a nine hour window from Dent Station. I sensed he'd prefer being alone but he gave me directions on to the ridge. He seemed surprised I was going to Gargareth but said I just turned left at the top and went straight on.

At the ridge I looked left and Gargareth looked all of 5k distant and none of that attractive. It also looked lower than my current position. It was. The map showed a trig point on Crag Hill, a local high point. It didn't seem higher than my current position, which, if I'd bothered doing more than skimming the map, was in fact four metres higher. Anyway, I thought I'd go there instead.

I moved off down one side of the fence, On the other my adviser gave me an odd look. I'd either screwed up my route to Gregarath or I was stalking him. He turned back.Crag Hill was fine, views to Lancaster Bay, the Howgills and the high Lake District.

I headed back, Whernside was looking unattractive. The lad was sitting at the edge of the ridge. He appeared slightly cheered to see me leaving.

I'd a tail wind for much of the cycle back and I flew up the hill from Sedbergh. Now I've come to record the walk I finally realise I'd achieved Great Coum.