A Ravine of Rugged Beauty
Penyghent is so often the first objective of the Three Peaks Walk - so wonderful scenery like this gets missed by many. The gill takes water down to the River Skirfare which drains into Wharfedale, and it is one of my favourite places in Yorkshire.
Approaching the environs of the gill, along the road between Stainforth and Halton Gill, this great view of Fountains Fell presents itself: one of the last great wildernesses in England.
Then all attention is focused on the legendary 'hill of the winds' - where today cloud shadows were scudding across its slopes. Penyghent has a magnetic quality.
As with Ingleborough, the slopes of the mountain itself are made up of the Yoredale Series: alternating bands of limestone, sandstone and shale caused by fluctuating sea levels. The main band of Great Scar Limestone is actually hidden beneath the grass - and a layer of glacial till.
Nevertheless, there's still an awful lot going on beneath the surface - with a range of potholes and caves draining the water down to Brant's Gill Head.
Here on the east side, the water rushing off the Yoredale Series makes its way through Penyghent Gill to eventually join the River Skirfare - and then the Wharfe: an interesting journey.
At the head of Penyghent Gill - it's a relief to meet the Great Scar Limestone after the drab covering of glacial till.
Water has played havoc with the limestone here and there are many abandoned passages active only in flood.
There's a fabulous high level traverse along the north-western side of the gill, with the beck now far below. It heads towards the lonely Penyghent House.
Then the classic view of Penyghent Gill opens up - looking along the limestone to the moorlands above Litton. It's a wonderful spot.
Penyghent House is one of the most remote dwellings in England. Imagine living up here in the winter! It also has its very own cave.
Penyghent House Cave has a surprisingly large entrance for such a little known cave - and few if any books have ever contained a photograph of it.
Shame, as it has an attractive little streamway that children can explore easily - but just ask permission at the house first. Bit of courtesy never goes amiss. Whoops - left my grub bag by the entrance. Not the done thing, Stephen!
A classic single joint has been carved out below the overlying bedding plane. The cave is explorable for 100 yards or so before the water becomes so deep that only a swim will allow further progress. I just enjoy the first few yards usually ...
Now, then - see that dark slit below the wall? Well - that's Upper Hesleden Cave 2. This interesting cave is 600 metres long and involves a lot of crawling in water and up into avens - including Thunderstorm Aven and Good Friday Passage. You would hardly think there's so much in there looking at the entrance ...
Keeping on our (left) bank of the river, we soon meet an attractive series of cascades - above which lies another cave ...
Upper Hesleden Cave 1 is reached by a scramble up the steep hillside exactly opposite number 2. It is a hands and knees crawl to a chamber containing a spectacular little waterfall.
A little further on and things get even better. Here is Guy Fawkes Cave. A pothole of the same name leads into it two 'dry waterfalls' above.
This cave is a very tight crawl - and must make one feel like Mr Fawkes himself being tortured before execution - but the real reason for the name is far more bizarre.
Standing by the entrance - a water-worn slit in the limestone and two 'potholes' called by swirling currents ... and you suddenly realise Mr. Fawkes himself is grinning up at you.
Back down to the water - for a deep plunge pool and superb little fall. This is a lovely spot to halt and be alone with nature.
And so the gill continues through sylvan surroundings on its journey down to Littondale. Now time to walk back along the course of the river.
Fountains Fell: it's Yoredale slopes of alternating limestones, sandstones and shales sit on a plinth of Great Scar Limestone like its three more famous cousins.
The cliffs of Penyghent Gill are full of highlights, like this attractive little force, plunging through a joint in the limestone.