Having done no real exercise since Jack Scout Scar I decided to make an effort today. Weather restricted the options to a walk, so as I was due at my parents for tea, I opted for an old favourite Cut Gate to Outer Edge and back via Little Don. Cut Gate being a bridleway was a continuous parade of mountain bikers struggling to pedal through mud the consistency of thick porridge.
After a couple of hours you reach Rocking Stones, a fine collection of gritstone boulders and no lads with pads in sight (too far to walk me thinks). Another 2hrs of strength sapping bog trotting and honour is satisfied. Thank goodness!
Roll on spring and some dry rock!