At last I’ve stumbled, almost breathless, into the Yorkshire Dales. It’s not easy running up those hills when you have so little oxygen left in your blood. `Or when you’ve had so few opportunities to run. Or, in fact, so little blood left. But here I am. And I’m still going. And here is a bit about where I am, thoughtfully provided by The Conqueror:

Each valley – or Dale – is different from the next, and there’s no shortage of activities to draw in lovers of the British countryside. If you fancy finding sturdy shoes and waterproofs, the Ingleton Waterfall Trail is worth the effort, although it’s not for the faint-hearted or those unsteady on their feet. If you feel you need fortifying beforehand, there’s a good cafe at the start, and frequently an ice cream van en route!

For Harry Potter fans – and everyone besides – the Ribblehead Viaduct is a must-see. Construction began in 1870, and construction workers put up shanty towns near the site to house their families. In the five years it took to build, there were smallpox epidemics and myriad industrial accidents which took a considerable toll on the workforce in every sense – around 100 navvies were killed during construction, and there are around 200 graves from this period in the nearby cemetery at Chapel-le-Dale. Now, it carries six passenger trains a day from Leeds to Carlisle.