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| View from the tent |
In the morning we set off up Mam Tor, via Hardenclough Farm. The path headed up towards the road, where I turned left and climbed the steps to reach the blustery summit.
Over towards Castleton were blue skies and sunshine, yet behind us black clouds were closing in. We headed down to Hollins Cross when the clouds caught up with us and started pelting us with hailstones, making me wish I had packed my gloves!
I put Sybil back on the lead as we headed back down towards Edale. In one field a herd of cows refused to move off the path, and having my dog with me I decided not to risk pushing through and made a lengthy detour through ankle deep mud. My new boots certainly justified their price tag at this point!
Back at the tent I quickly dried Sybil off and we retreated to the tent until the hailstones stopped. Afterwards, the little madam decided that she would rather not come out again now that she was dry and clean!
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| "I'll stay in here, thanks" |
