Football, parenting duties, and buying cars in Manchester meant another depleted team for this little outing. Higgor Tor to Stannage Edge was the plan but it wasn't quite what we managed.This fact alone felt worthy a blog!
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| The Planned Route |
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| The Actual Route! |
We're not too sure that Higgor Tor featured at all but nevertheless, another good adventure under our belts. With no Henry to lead the way, we had a rough idea of which direction to head in and then just sort of made it up as we made our way through the misty peaks. More a (sort of) figure of 8 route than the loop we thought we were aiming for but no biggy. No Henry, no (major) problems!
As I've taken to trying to learn a little bit about each of our adventures, it's worth me saying that Stannage is a gritstone escarpment in the Peak district which is famous for its climbing. Its highest point is called High Neb which is 458 metres above sea level - just under half the height of the smallest of the three National Peaks (Scafell Pike).
Me and Joe were joined by our better halves and a few non-college friends who are doing their own training for another very worthy cause - Brown Dog Cancer Charity - two of whom left us at about the half-way point as being 32 weeks pregnant, scrambling up and over big rocks probably wasn’t advisable!
“No danger, no fun!” became the mantra of the day as we climbed and hopped our way across the rocks of Burbage Edge. We then headed over to Stannage Edge and at one point, felt like we were sitting in the clouds with how low the mist was laying. Strange and a little eerie but also quite a cool experience in itself.
As you can see, Dangermouse and Penfold have nothing on me and Joe! Although things could have turned out very differently following Joe’s theatrical fall into a big hole. All fun and games for the camera til take 2 when he was about a millimetre away from smashing his head open! I would say lesson learned but I can't say it without laughing about the whole sketch.
Comedians AND explorers, what a combo!
Anyway, all's well that ends well, and any walk that finishes with a nice pint of Peroni in a lovely country pub is a few hours very well spent in our books. Looking forward to the next outing and to Henry returning to lead the troops!
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