I could barely believe it was only a year since we’d survived a week walking the Dalesway, four of us exiting one last forest to witness the jaw-dropping beauty of Lake Windermere shimmering in the early evening sun.
Smelly, tired and suffering borderline alcohol abuse, we had made it after eighty-odd miles of torment. Not exactly one of the great marches of history I will grant you but, no sooner had we finished, the next trip was being planned.
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