Wednesday we finally managed to conquer Mam Tor. It was a straightforward march up to the top and a delightful amble along the Great Ridge, back down through Hope, a couple of pints and a scrummy local pork pie in the brilliant Old Hall Hotel, then across the fields back to Castleton. We did manage to see a new born lamb, still steaming, just arrive on this earth, always a sight to gladden your heart, make you smile and be amazed at how quickly these animals are up on their feet and walking around.
Thursday morning was spent doing a bit of admin awaiting the arrival of Martin, who was spending a night at the site. It was fun watching the race for pitches when the site opened at 12. 5mph my arse! More like 30mph with cackyvans bouncing and crashing over the speed bumps like big white spacehoppers. Martin arrived and we wandered into Castleton for a bimble around and a lovely late lunch and accompanying pints in Ye Old Nags Head.
On Friday morning Martin departed for the Peterborough show (sadly we wont be going this year) and we set out to walk up Win Hill before the forecast rain set in. It was bloody steep climbing up the last bit and it was blowing a hooley up there, so we didn't hang around too long. We did watch a couple of maniac cyclists ride down the sheer drop from the top. Madness! The rain arrived later that day so we had dinner in the van (resisting the fish and chip van that had arrived on site) and enjoyed a relaxing evening.
The following day it hosed it down, accompanied by a fierce wind. It was a turbulent journey home but we made it in one piece.
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