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Yesterdays hike was soooo exciting! We took the train and that is to say something for me, considering that I haven’t taken the train in some 4 or 5 years in any country and have never been on a train in this country.

The first train we boarded to take us to the small village of Hope (train station not on map below) reminded me strongly of one of those trains in India which are overcrowded, dirty and dark.

After we made it safely to Hope train station, we walked to Hope village. These were the few blissful moments when I took out my camera and snapped away at everything and everyone. Then the batteries were empty but not before I managed to capture the church clock to document that it was indeed only five minutes to twelve when we started our hike.

101_2063The picture also captures the sunshine and just generally wonderfully nice weather, despite the miserable lighting and contrast. I enjoyed the opportunity to soak up some sunshine and synthesise some much needed vitamin D despite the bitter cold.

We made our way through some fields to the top of the mountain-y bit. There we finally had lunch at just after 1pm. It was much needed and some of our number had long been complaining that in their hung-over state exercise and hunger did not go well together.

Lunch time did not last too long as we started to feel the cold on the windy mountain top so we set of again along the ridge. This was the most pleasant part of the day in my opinion. Not to much up-hill or down-hill parts and lots of time to enjoy the weather. I do go on about the weather a lot, don’t I? Well, it was the first hike I’ve been on in Britain that could boast this nice weather. And seriously, when do you ever get nice weather in Manchester. That the sun is still shining today is a miracle.


It was also along this path along the ridge that I decided to sit down in some snow while being outraged about the fact that I will have Uni on Fridays. A moment that at least cause much amusement.

At some point the group split into several groups. Those that wanted to go to the pub right now, those that would carry on a bit further and those that felt the need to walk the “bit further” at greater speed and possible extend the “further” part of it. It was decided that we wouldn’t offend anyone by calling them “slow” therefore the groups where named “pub”, “fast” and “faster”. We were informed that this was much like condoms coming in “large” “extra-large” and “fucking ginourmous”. I shall not comment on that analogy.

I sensibly stayed in the “fast” group and we made our way further along and down to Edale. The way down was marked by the path being covered in a sheet of ice which ended up with not only me falling this time. Geteiltes Leid ist halbes Leid, as the Germans would say. I suspect this fall might have resulted in a nasty bruise though, but I haven’t had the courage to check yet.

In Edale, we crossed the whole village seeing fascinating sights, such a dog cut out from a hedge and a small village school with a chessboard on the wall. The pub we’d trekked all this way to get to was closed. We had to make our way back to the other pub. This last leg of our journey was much enhanced by a constant stream of “Are we there yet?”

When we finally made it to the pub, it was full. Being hardcore, we sat outside for a while until most of our number decided that standing inside was better than sitting outside, despite my protests.

Indeed it turned out that I was right. When we made our way to the station the temperature difference from pub to outside was even greater than perceived before and we stood shivering while we waited for the train to arrive.

The train that finally did arrive was shinier and lighter than the previous one although the doors made a horrible squeaking noise when opening and closing which prevented me and others from having a successful nap. Instead we sat and ate what was probably (perhaps, maybe) my last bag of Haribo for the next 30 days.

All in all, a very successful day.