Kilometers: 10
I woke up to a lovely day, it seems storm Dave has passed. Packing was a bit difficult until I figured out how to pack the stays. It was still a bit tricky since the pack is now frameless, but I managed to pack everything. Walking to Costa for breakfast wasn't good. All the weight is now on my shoulders for some reason, the hip belt just sits there without any of the weight on it.
Before I continued I tried to tighten the fasteners for the hipbelt, hoping it would help. I then walked to the train station, still planning on walking the rest of the way to Hebden Bridge. I had now managed to get some of the weight transferred to my hips, but the pack didn't sit right on my back and it felt very unstable. I even had to close the chest strap, which I hardly ever do, because the shoulder straps kept slipping off my shoulders. I couldn't walk like this! So I bought a train ticket all the way to Hebden Bridge. I walked to the outfitters shop, but today is a very busy market day and they couldn't help me. I continued to the hostel up a very steep hill, got everything out of the pack and tried the stays again. Lo and behold, both of them slid right in where they're supposed to be! So, my pack is fine again 🙂 just a little too heavy, still.
My friend Nell had informed me that Sylvia Plath is buried in Hebden Bridge. Close, it's at Heptonstall graveyard. To get some walking in I decided to go there after having pizza for dinner. 18 minutes Google said. Well, mr Google was very wrong! First of all, the route he sent me on was on a footpath that got steeper and steeper. I then met a man and asked if this really was the right way? Well yes, but it gets VERY steep. It would be better to go back a little and continue on the path I had just left, then turn right at the first clear path. So, that's what I did, it took me around 40 minutes.
Once I got to the graveyard I started looking for the grave. I saw another woman who looked like she was searching for something and it turned out she was looking for Sylvia's grave as well. Eventually Sari (from Finland) found it.
Sari and I walked back down to Hebden, by the road this time. After getting some breakfast for tomorrow I walked back to the hostel (uphill again), packed my backpack and settled down for the night.
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