Some of the hi lights includes nearly straying into the army firing range, being in the midst of the clouds and rain with poor visibility and loosing track of the footpath. Being in the Rossendale Way which in sunshine may be passable but we copped for floating sphagnum moss above water and peat, I went in up to my boots once then started floating off on a moss islands until hauled up the bank by Roger. Then Ged took a bath in the moss and peat up to his waist but managed to haul himself free and his super new trousers came out almost spotless ( ish).
It was despite the superhuman efforts a good day and I think the three of us felt suitably bonded in our pilgrimage. Tomorrow we resume and walk from Lancashire down into Manchester terminating at the cathedral, only the three of us all day but on Saturday we are expecting our band of pilgrims to grow considerably as we head towards Knutsford Tatton Park. I left the camera with Mandy after the break stop I should have some more photos when we've all exchanged shots later in the week, as I said the most hazardous moments we were concentrating on survival not photos! We must admit that we did end up with a pint, sat in mini paddling pool boots and garments, in dressing gown now ready for bed and my BT email still isn't sending out despite two days notice of the fault.
My back always a constant curse played up like mad when I started to unload Mandy's car then carried on through the evening, even getting the tonic for Mandy's gin provoked an attack, why can't the blessed discs stay put for once. The central heating is on , I'm cleansed and about to have dinner.