Hardy Northerners

I'm fully aware of how nesh I am but even more so after a day with the Bullis. We started our walk just as the rain reached its heaviest point of the morning. No worries! The Bullis have enough rainproof gear to start a small shop. Layered up we set out into the peaks. Three hours of mud and lashing rain later we arrived in Tintwistle for the heartiest of pub lunches. Eve managed the whole route with only a brief spell of being carried. They make 'em tough up 'ere.

The sun came out and we meandered back in time for us to whisk SL away for his train.

Bakewell Tart consumed, an array of illnesses cured by nurse Eve, driving rain fully experienced and the most magnificent of hosting by team Bulli = a successful weekend in Glossop.