Torside reservoir

I packed up this morning and walked about 4 miles to Hadfield, the nearest train station. The route that I had been planning to follow from here, north along the Pennine way, was still hidden in low cloud, so I think not to continue was the right decision. Also I had forgotten my flipflops, which sounds daft but it meant that I had to make my way around the campsite with bare feet in my wet boots, which had caused them some irritation.

After some amusing to-ing and fro-ing I managed to meet my sister in Manchester and went back to the luxury of a roof and dry clothes.