We headed north again crossing over the A66 on a handy bridge and headed up on the moors again to reach Middleton in Teesdale, lovely picturesque place with a tea shop.
Alan managed to break a few spokes on the cattle grids but there was no bike shop so we just had to carry on and hope for the best.
Once again we went out on to the moor, there's a definate remote and desolate feeling by now with fewer farm buildings. Upper Teesdale is not the tourist hot spot that the Dales are.
After a quick photo stop in Blanchland we went to the delightful youth hostel at Edmunbyers, now independent and the first hostel Alan and I ever stayed at.
