Leaving Gosmont we were forced to walk up the most evil of hills ; with hindsight it was obvious from the name what was to come but on the coast to coast you tend to loose all but the basic "where is my next pint/dinner/bed" - anyway, it was pants.
Strangely there was some Moorland at the top - I have discovered that Mr Wainwright is obsessed with Moorland, if there were a 200m path to somewhere he will detour you for 31Km just to go through 2 minutes of Moorland, in a word, he's a bastard. If you've seen one grouse you've seen them all. Luckily there was a beautiful woodland walk (uphill obviously) that led to Foss Falls, and hidden therein a 20m waterfall with a handy tea room next door serving giant Scones with Cream and Jam: -) I decided it would be rude not to stop,so we did.
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