Yesterday left me with no blisters and increased confidence in both my boots and legs. So I set off early from the Old House B&B on a sunny morning, full of optimism and with my waterproofs packed away in the suitcase.
Torside Reservoir this morning
Black Hill named for the mire of denuded peat that once awaited visitors is no longer black, thanks to the pavement now crossing it. With that and the firm paths now laid across the top of Kinder and Bleaklow, I think I am having an easier ride than many of my walking forbears.