Wow, Mrs R, that sounds amazing! What a fit bird you are!

Ha ha - not really! Have been recovering ever since: sore muscles, sore feet, and still have this horrible chesty cough, sometimes losing my voice - because I went rambling all weekend, instead of resting & trying to get over this crud.

Hope we get piccies soon a la Mr R.
He is still working on the Cornwall snaps!

Hope you mean the weekend of the 15th? 
She's excited & getting ahead of herself!

So this is what we did... We stayed at this very remote pub/inn:
White Lion Inn in Cray, North Yorkshire. Rooms could use a bit of TLC, but the bed was good, the bathroom clean & the food & beer/cider all excellent! The White Lion is about all there is in Cray, except for being what I would call, in the Midwest, a 'wide spot in the road' - except the road is narrow, not wide. Lol!
The weekend brought back all kinds of memories for Steve & me, because we were up in the area at the top of Wharfedale, where we had to give up our Dales Way trek for one afternoon - on that infamous day (
flashback alert!) back on 25 June 2007 (hard to believe it was 3 years ago!) when it started to rain & never stopped raining (flash flooding, Leeds, Hull & Sheffield were flooded, we were walking through water over the tops of our boots, climbing over tree-blocked walls, and crawling through the branches of a fallen tree, etc etc) so we gave it up at the pub in Buckden & called the farmer (where we were staying that night) to come & get us. So technically, we never really got to the 'top of Wharfedale' - where the River Wharfe begins, which was sad.

Anyway, back to
this weekend...weather was a bit iffy on Saturday (scattered showers) so we parked at Buckden & walked downstream for a couple miles to Starbotton - we had walked this piece before from the other direction, back in 2007. Had a picnic lunch by the bridge in Starbotton, and then stopped at the
Fox and Hounds in Starbotton for a pint - just as a brief shower was passing. It's a very small, cosy & snug traditional Yorkshire pub. We sat near the open fireplace & drank our pints, then walked back to Buckden, and then drove up to Cray to check in at the White Lion.
The White Lion is a cosy, traditional Yorkshire pub, with an open fire, great food & great beer/cider too - we had our evening meals there on Saturday & Sunday.
Sunday the weather looked a bit more promising, if a bit windy & chilly. That was the day of the
big hike. We did what is sort of a squashed triangle shape in walking from Cray to Yockenthwaite in Langstrothdale - Yockenthwaite being a tiny ancient hamlet (the place name is Viking/Celtic from "Eogans’ Thwaite" meaning clearing of Eogan - how you get Yocken out of that I don't know!). Then from Yockenthwaite, walking to Hubberholme, where we had a picnic lunch and then went to
The George Inn for a pint. The George Inn is a cosy, traditional Yorkshire pub, where we sat by the open fire & had our pints.

Then we walked to Buckden from Hubberholme and then up Buckden Rake (huff & puff), but not Buckden Pike, back over to Cray again. This overall walk is fairly well known & in several walking guidebooks. In fact, all of these pubs are part of an even bigger walk known as
The Inn Way (Yorkshire Dales): 76 miles, 6 days, 26 pubs.
Monday, we had to check out & so we headed down to Burnsall, which is really one of the loveliest villages in Wharfedale, I reckon. They were having some sort of carnival/fair there for May Bank Holiday. But we just parked there & took off on another walk. We walked another portion of the Dales Way there along the Wharfe (familiar to Steve & me) to Linton Falls, then on to Linton (near Grassington) where we had a pub lunch at
The Fountaine Inn. It was more gastro-pub than traditional, but very nice all the same, and the food and drink were excellent.
After all that food & drink, I felt like I could barely move & thought I might just take a nap on the village green but Steve & HME thought someone would come along & move me off, so we kept on walking back to Burnsall. We had an ice cream there in Burnsall & then it was time to go home.