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      Catrake Force is passed on the way out of Keld (Day 10)

PREFACE

      Of all the many guidebooks I have written this one is the most personal. The Pennine Way is intricately bound up with my family history. I was born and raised only six miles from the Pennine Way and the route was opened when I was only seven years old. My family included some staunch walkers who used to talk about it from time to time. My Uncle Gerard walked the trail in its early years, returning with tales to inspire others. As young teenagers, a friend and I stumbled across a Pennine Way signpost on the moors and wondered how long it might take us to walk to Scotland. Soon afterwards, a chance copy of Alfred Wainwright’s Pennine Way Companion, laid it all out for me in black and white.

      I could have walked the Pennine Way at the age of 16, but I chose to follow it northwards only as far as Cross Fell, then made a beeline for the Lake District, explored for a week and walked home via the Yorkshire Dales. I finally walked the whole route for the first time when I was 21,

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