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We decided to do the Pennine Way.
That is, allegedly, a 430km walk joining the wettest, boggiest parts of England and Southern Scotland (just). We being Us: Farther, Mother, Daughter and Son (48, 44, 13 and 11). Me being me, those numbers can only be viewed as correct-ish.
We set off from our home one morning. It is a long drive to England. The weather was beautiful and the sun was shining as we pulled away. About 30 seconds later my son projectile vomited from the back seat all over me, himself and the back of the car. Talk about travel sickness and only 1,982km to go. It was bright pink as a result of the healthy black-current juice for breakfast.
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| The Way |
An auspiciously pink start.
Worried sick – at 11!!!
We hadn’t really done anything on this scale before. But, we’d looked at the maps, read the websites and collected all of the gear. Tents, sleeping bags, waterproofs (ha ha) and a whole host of other essential items. You know phones, phone chargers, make up, mirrors etc.
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| Always Up |
By the time we arrived in England and found a parking space. Not so easy. Bought our train tickets to Edale and we were ready. Son hadn’t puked again but as the start date got closer he was getting greener. I was keeping my distance, to avoid getting pinked.
I had done the walk when I was younger. Much younger. But these things don’t change much and my memory is … is … is … would probably kick in once we got started.
We were ready;
Failed to plan all of the stops.
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Having weighed the full rucksacks hadn’t actually tested if we could carry them over any distance.
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Omitted to check the waterproofness of our waterproofs. |
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Foolishly, decided to rely on old boots being waterproof.
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Bought a limited number of bigger scale maps instead of the better ordinance survey maps.
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| Way Stone or a Tomb Stone? |
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