A select bunch of ageing athletes forewent the pleasures of Ringinglow for a heartier trip to the Strines given that it was such a beautiful night, cloudless and mild. We made for the Derwent Edge via the Boundary Stones and Pepper Pot tending to swing to the left as Mr Harmer eschewed the advice to follow the well worn track, instead choosing to take the assembled group some way off the target rocks (oh dear), then down to the small packhorse bridge and up to the top of Pike Lowe, where whisky (but no Raspberry Ruffles) was partaken in the fine moonlight. A gentle trudge through the very moist bog towards Lost Lad and Howshaw Tor. Then a final direct line to the pub, which had a curry night on. An excellent night!
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