Having become disoriented yesterday on Bleaklow, in Derbyshire, two female hikers had to call out the mountain rescue team. I can’t be too judgemental. I also got thoroughly lost on Bleaklow, many years ago, when I was taking pix for a book on the Pennine Way. Misreading my OS map, I walked off the hill in entirely the wrong direction. By the time I reached the valley bottom I was more than ten miles from the car. A walk I thought was over had barely begun.
Even the rocks on Bleaklow are enjoying more intimacy than I am…
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