Jul 03 2010

The Black Bull – Nateby

Right this was now serious rambling! We were to head up towards Cumbria again, take in a few peaks on the Saturday, stop over, then conquer Nine Standards Rigg on the Sunday.

For this we needed accommodation, and set about trying places in Kirkby Stephen, where Nine Standards grows out of. Ah, you’re full, no worries, ah you’re full too, no worries (said with worry). But wait, what’s this place on the map, Nateby, oh they have a pub with rooms and they could fit us in, so we were all set.

What a find, cracking evening meals, decent rooms, a number of beers had, and then a good old full English before we were off on the Sunday. Now the Sunday it rained, sideways, all day, with a wind behind it, incessantly (non-stop to the uninformed), and as such, we were not as quick on our toes as we might have been in more favourable conditions. Thus Sir Edmund put a bit of a spurt on, when he realised the pub would be shutting at 3, and we were like 6 drowned rats, half a mile away at ten to 3.

We need not have panicked however, as when we got back to the Black Bull, Richard & Debbie were fantastic by allowing everyone to use one of the rooms to get changed back into our dry gear, but more importantly, keeping the bar open for us to down a couple of well-earned pints, and have the fire roaring to dry us off. Top place, top hosts.

Bar prices were pretty much your average. I only found out, as though I thought I had heard Sir Edmund saying he would buy all weekend, he didn’t the tight sod.

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