2.7 Oh my god its full of....
Peat....
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This is what the dryish  bits look like, but you can see more peat groughs coming up.. and they're goodies.
We can see the cloud of mud-spray that indicates Clive far in the distance just approaching the Snake road. Lucky bugger we think. Soon for him the day is over....I have never been certain how Clive negotiated the peat here so quickly. It takes us hours. I suspect the man carried a tank hidden in his rucksack. or possibly a boat. We sink and swear, Flounder and scream. It makes little difference.
A long soggy while later, somewhere in the bottom of a peat grough J turns to me. "Why are we here?" he asks, rather miserably. I pause to consider.
"Well this question has vexed philosophers and sages for many thousands of years. It is quite possible that the first..." a peat ridden boot bounces off my bonce.
"No!, why. are. WE...HERE." I watch considering his meaning as the boot sinks out of sight in the peat. It goes 'gloop'
"Well......" a few bubbles rise forlornly to the oily, multi coloured surface and pop.
"AND THINK CAREFULLY BEFORE YOU ANSWER THAT I'VE GOT ANOTHER BOOT AND I'M NOT AFRAID TO USE IT". He sounds just a little testy.
"Its the route...Ummm of the ...errrr ...pennine...ummm...way...."
"and why are we on it?"
"Ummm its character building....."
"Its not character building at all its because we're bloody insane"
He has a point.....We retrieve his boots.
"Follow me!" I shout and the inevitable happens. This time it takes much longer to pull me out and it is less funny as a result. We go on. and on. And on. And on.
At some point we arrive at the Snake road. It is raining again. My boots are full of peat. My ears are full of peat. agh
But! There is an angel of mercy in a TEA VAN!!! We rush over.
"Quick - don't let it get away!"
We surround the window and pounce! Tea, Sarnies and MARS BARS. These are negotiable currency and worth their weight in gold.
She of the tea van smiles at us from inside her little shelter. "Crap innit today?" We nod and eat "You in that storm?" More nodding. "You heading over Bleaklow?" Yet more nodding...but there was something in her manner.....
"Well....Listen....It says on the radio it might get real bad.....Real real bad". Something in her delivery gives me pause...
"Errr ummm Just how bad?" I ask, nervously.
"Cold, rain, wind" she looks worried. "and I mean cold...There were loads of young lads here a while back. I don't reckon they can even read a map"
"ah!" I pause to think things through "Well the way down is over the top" (as usual...)
And as usual Mark is aloof. "Do what you like its all the same to me.."
Err right.... we leave our thanks and money and we take extra tea. Bloody good job too!