As usual, we woke up at 7. That’s when the light wakes Henco up, and when he’s awake he wants coffee. If we wouldn’t be awake yet, the rattling of pots and pans for the boiling of water would sort that out. And we had our breakfast, and a look at the map. Today would be wetter than before!
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| Morning stirrings |
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| Autumn colours on the way to the stream (again) |
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| Map pondering |
When we set off it was a bit damp. We walked back to the main path, to Stanedge Pole, and then cut through on a smaller path back to the edge. That was the soggiest we had had! I got damp socks. And when we were on the edge, the wind was strong. We followed it for a bit, again admiring the autumn colours, but then decided to seek slightly lower ground. We walked below Burbage Edge to Longshaw Lodge. It was a very civilised walk! We had decided it would be a good time to go and have an indoor coffee somewhere. So we did it there. And we actually even turned that into lunch.
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| Back to Stanedge Pole |
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| Windy on the Edge! |
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| In civilisation, on our way to coffee |
After lunch, we kept walking more or less south, and through very civilised landscape we walked to a copse on top of Froggatt Edge (our fourth, I suppose) and decided to camp there. It was another gorgeous spot! With a nearby stream. And an amazing waterfall underneath which you could have a wash. Lovely! And we even saw deer. I admit I had to take other people’s word for it that these blurs in the distance were deer indeed.
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| Shire-like views |
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| Our little camp |
This night, Sleutel cooked. Pasta this time! It was good as usual. And we went to bed early, as usual. Only one full day left…
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