We* went to Edale for the weekend. A quick and easy, cheap and simple escape from the city. And even though the price of beer is the same, they are worlds apart. We shrugged off the thunderstorms on Saturday and headed into the relatively safe pub for food, Black Sheep and the weekend papers. Kindly enough, the weather eased up and put its hat on leaving us with clear skies overnight and a scorching Sunday.
Majority of the time was spent moseying around the river; enjoying weird trees, cute bridges, and the sounds of rushing water. Our pitch was decent, with good shelter from the storms and the morning sun. Unfortunately the working farm barn was a little too close; sheep are so bleating noisy!
Now that we’ve had our taste ot it, it was a little bit of a warm up to bigger and better adventures, we hope to get away for a longer weekend later this summer.
*That’s a reference to Fran for all you moaners out there.
Very much for bigger and better adventures… bring ‘em on!!!