My older daughter was eight when I took her on her first backpacking trip - the southern end of the Pennine Way. This was back before they turned it into a paved footpath. On Bleaklow she almost jumped a peat grough, slipped backwards and went up to her waist in gooey black mud (I believe the same thing happened to Alfred Wainright when he was researching his guide). Sadly, I hadn’t taken a camera so couldn’t record it for posterity. I didn’t leave her too long before I rescued her - fortunately the mud dried before we had to get in the car to go home.

Looks like the email’s not arriving today!

Tomorrow???

Being a glass half full type person I live in hope... (about the email arriving tomorrow, that is.)

Reminds me of the days at school waiting for the football team to be put on the notice board. I was always playing at "left Outside" :flag-bb:

William