Twenty two miles! As one of our friends said “No walk should be that long.”
Walking away from the dank and musty hostel at Greenhead was not hard but the rest of it was. You walk beside Hadrian’s Wall for eight miles (up and down and up again) and then more moor and a bit of bog and forest thrown in for good measure.
We all got wet feet and hard pads and blisters and Sue’s wrenched her knee. I fell over and lost my buff. We ate every last ration except some nuts which we’ve carried from Edale. Even some bananas fit only for baking.
(The pics won’t upload but words will. I’ll try when the wifi is better.)
Anyhow after much traipsing we made it and did what we do before bed. Only 15 today, such larks.
ps I do enjoy it really – in a perverse way.