In the Peaks

Woot! Well, now that my sore haunches are returning to their usual state, I’ll show & tell about camping in the Peak District. I’ll try and let the pictures do most of the talking, but highlights in my opinion were:
1. The purple heather on the green hills!
2. Night nav with Will our fearless leader, which led us down a large rockslide with only one headlamp between us, oops.
2.a Us making it all the way back to tent on night nav safely until Will, in his selfless efforts to shed his headlamp light onto my path, took a 4 foot drop onto his back (he calculated that his backpack would break the fall, like a good scout) giving his shin a nasty scrape on the way down. (It wasn’t so much a highlight that he hurt himself, but it was quite exciting and you have to see the humor in it happening about 5 yards from the tent.)
3. Sheep. Up close and stupid, but with excellent woolly coats and chubby woolly bottoms.
4. Tinned corned beef sandwich.
5. Trekking across the peat bog. In the dry patches you can physically see the ground spring up after you step, and in the wetter patches, your boot sinks in, but comes up with barely any residual mud—the stuff is weirdly cohesive. And it feels really neat too.
6. Box of wine minus the box, i.e. bag of wine. “The taste of pure class”. (Sam) And guaranteed to make your night sleeping on the ground a lot more comfortable!
7. The view was pretty spectacular as well, I must say.

Overall: an excellent time had by all. I highly recommend the Peak District if you are in the area.