Today we went off piste a little. The traditional walk offered a 17 mile foot pounder, so we looked for something a little easier. Tip number one for those thinking of attempting the coast to coast...
STICK TO THE MAP.
A perfect start with sunshine, high morale, and the idea of 'adventure' being a wonderful thing.
Looking for a path. Anyone seen a path?
Any path will do.
Truly. Anything!
Ah...here is one. Just in time for Esme to try her new fashion for airing ones sweaty bits while hiking in waterproofs.
Although we may have found a path, I think we are a little lost - but not alone. Mum, Dad, Ellen, Monty and Poppy - the Adams family were just as lost as we were and together we smiled our way back to the right path. A special shout out for Ellen. A teenager who was out with her family and no phone. We were totally impressed.
Don't tease! There was a path a moment ago.
And no. A mountain does not count as path.
At least mum got to stop at the top for 20 mins and have a good cry. Day four is always the 'baby blues'.
But then it's all fun and games until someone gets hurt...
It looks like a long way home. This is not going to be a quick day. Yesterday we managed a respectable 6 hours. Today...7 hours and counting.Then another late night for the kids as we reach our destination at 8:30pm. 9 hours hike! That has to be worth a sponsor or two! 🙏
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