Pennine Way Blog 3 – days 1 – 3.

The Purposeless Pennine Way, in which I set out purposefully and happily to complete my favourite trail, while disclaiming purpose and anticipating pain.

Something of a Philosophical Pennine Way. Practical Pennine Ways are also available, both south to north and north to south.

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Trying to look both intrepid and purposeless…

You may have seen the BBC programmes ‘celebrating’ the fiftieth anniversary of the Pennine Way. To me they were a travesty. An opportunity for some immortal ‘slow TV’ squandered in favour of a catalogue of breathless ‘adventures’. Most of these were nothing to do with walking the trail and communicated nothing authentic about the experience of doing so. Just more box ticking, more shopping for ready-made thrills, as if we don’t all need a break from stereotyped consumption.

The tone was set at the start of every episode, a bushy-tailed adventurer bragging his credentials – he’d been abroad (whoo!), he’d explored (double-whoo!), but now here he was slumming it on a mere path in boring old England, trying to work out why some fools in tweeds fifty years ago thought that walking 270 miles might be fun. His conclusion – it wasn’t enough fun. It was necessary instead to go rock climbing and white water kayaking. This made me cross.

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How can white water kayaking be any more fun than this?

The only bit I liked was when they showed an endearing soul who peacefully, harmlessly and all by himself walks The Way every year. An ordinary-looking chap with ordinary-looking gear, trudging along through what looked like Ribblesdale. The inevitable question: ‘So, why do you walk the Pennine Way every year?’

I jumped up from the sofa. ‘Mate!’, I cried, ‘No! Don’t justify! Don’t rationalise! Just shrug aimlessly! Say you do it just because of nothing, so there!’ 

I reckon he’d had his arm twisted by some vivacious production assistant, who from my own experience of TV work probably wasted three days of his life for thirty seconds’ screen time. He mumbled about his ‘fitness regime’. ‘I walk it every spring, then I’m fit for the rest of the year’. Not being unkind, he didn’t look like a fitness fanatic to me. Underwhelmed, the presenter bounded off to the car that would drive him to his next off-the-peg ‘adventure’.

I resolved immediately, then and there, that I would walk the Pennine Way again soon, simply, quietly and for no reason whatsoever. I looked online at cheap train tickets. Darn it, there was one available, very cheap. I bought it. And so, ladies, gentlemen and sheep, we present the Purposeless Pennine Way. OK, mostly sheep.

Day One – Edale to Kinder Low.

I leapt enthusiastically off the train at Edale. Well, alright, not exactly leapt. It was a quarter to three and so I started the way I meant to go on, with a nice cup of tea and a sit down in the excellent Coopers Café which, as you might hope given the location, is walker-friendly, filling your water bottle and selling takeaway cakes and sandwiches. You can camp here too, and they do breakfast.

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Coopers Café, very nice too.

The sky was clear and sunny as I bounded up Jacob’s Ladder. Well, alright, not exactly bounded, but I was certainly buoyed upwards by excitement and glad anticipation.jacobs ladder ont he pennine way national trail england jacobs ladder ont he pennine way long distance trail ukI also felt a remarkable sense of liberation and independence, not least I think because I was carrying no map and no guide book – I knew the way. Famous last words – a good job it was clear and sunny1. All the familiar landmarks of the Kinder massif were laid out before me, like balls on a giant pool table. It was wonderful.

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The Pennine Way cairn on Kinder Low.

There was a chilly breeze on the top so I pitched my flysheet in tarp mode and in a dip that would normally have been a sopping quagmire but after this year’s remarkable drought was only slightly damp. I have never, ever seen these moors so dry, it was astonishing. If Wainwright had walked the Pennine Way in these exceptional conditions he’d have loved it a little more, perhaps.

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Bone dry peat – unheard of!

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Kinder Low wild camp. Sleeping up there is not officially encouraged so it’s especially vital to be discrete and leave absolutely no trace.

I had the entire summit to myself. The usual noisy aeroplanes glittered overhead in the low sun, the wind grew much colder; I had wear all my layers which was a bit of a worry on only the first evening. As I was finishing my sandwich and date slice (from Coopers) in the shelter of the tent, an unearthly sound suddenly drifted down to me, a kind of wailing and chanting; I’d never heard the like. I poked my head up out of my damp dip, it was coming from a group of people gathered around (and even upon) the triangulation point.muslims chanting to prophet on a summit

Kashmiri Muslims from Sheffield, they were singing praise songs to the Prophet on the summit, apparently this is quite the thing to do in Kashmir, albeit rather higher up. I went over to investigate, they were very friendly and invited me to join in. The kids wanted to tell me about their climbs of Ben Nevis and Snowdon; Dad preferred them to carry on chanting, the purpose of their ascents. It was God’s purpose that I should meet them up there, I was firmly informed. I apologised for my lack of Arabic and listened, intrigued, slightly embarrassed at my own lack of purpose but at the same time defiantly rather proud of it.gritstone rock at sunset on kinder peak district england

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Sunset from Kinder Low – not a classic but good enough.

I did have an incidental agenda on this hike, if not an overriding purpose. Directly on the Pennine Way there are seven summits over two thousand feet. Kinder Low (2078), Bleaklow (2077), Fountains Fell (2192), Pen-y-Ghent (2277), Great Shunner Fell (2349), Cross Fell (2930) and Windy Gyle (2031). On three of these magnificent seven summits I had not yet camped out; Kinder Low was the first of those modestly extreme sleeps to purposefully be ticked off on this walk.

Knock, Great and Little Dun Fells are also over 2000′ but in my book they’re part of Cross Fell. Sleep on Great Dun and you’ll be irradiated by the radar station. I consider Cairn Hill and Auchope Cairn outliers of the actual Cheviot (2676), which is optional and who wants to sleep in a flat peat bog completely exposed to Scottish gales? Unless you’re actually in Scotland, of course, where that kind of fun is compulsory. 

Day Two – Kinder Low to a plastic bag in some random midge-infested bog on Marsden Moor.

Yes, I still knew how to have fun, not least by getting out of bed at four am, after a rather parky night. Wandering around Kinder Low by moonlight, all alone, was also fun although perhaps not the kind of fun to tell the safety officer about.

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Kinder Low triangulation point, four in the morning.

The sun rose as I ambled along to Kinder Downfall, one of my favourite places in the world for breakfast.

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Breakfast at Kinder Downfall

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To be honest, the downfall was more like the dryfall.

kinder-gritstone-boulder-pennine-wayThere was nobody about, and very little traffic on the A57 although what little there was I could clearly hear from Mill Hill through the still morning air.

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Posing weirdly at Mill Hill cairn

Nobody on Bleaklow either, bar a solitary mountain rescuer running a few tens of miles to keep fit and a chap posing weirdly on the distant skyline. Don’t ask me, some kind of Tai Chi perhaps.

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Unusually, all alone on Bleaklow

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Pretty funky sky…

On Peaknaze Moor they were shooting and as I mistakenly took the peaty track away from Clough Edge, rather than the rocky track along the edge (a bad mistake in normal conditions but not too disastrous when it was all so dry), I nearly got mixed up in their bangy old business.

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Tiny vintage waymarker on the trail above John Track Well, probably from 1965!

The whole experience was already so different in both character and detail from my last visit to Bleaklow that at John Track Well I suddenly felt a sense of purpose. The rivers were so low I could paddle; last time I’d nearly drowned leaping desperately across a foaming maelstrom. On this my fourth visit, the Pennine Way was already a changed place, showing me new things, exciting novel feelings.

Just uphill from the river I found a tiny vintage waymarker, crudely inscribed into a rock, partially hidden; I had to remove soil and moss to see it. This was the fourth time I’d walked past it but only now had I seen it, even though it had probably been there for fifty years. At the reservoir, brand new signs made finding the way down to the dam easier, not that I needed help now on my fourth attempt.

Perhaps my purpose was finally to walk The Way with the time and headspace to see change, rather than in a quotidian struggle merely to navigate the present. Walking the history, the heritage and the ongoing renewal of this remarkable trail rather than simply its distance, its obstacles. Not only looking, for the route, for the campsite, for the pub, but actually seeing.

Then I remembered I wasn’t supposed to have a purpose.

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Well, exactly…

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New signs, new directions, instructions, constant change.


Never thought I’d see Crowden Reservoir this low

Above Laddow Rocks I met a woman intrigued by my footwear. I can never understand why so many people think walking in the hills requires such different footwear from running in them. Dog walkers on Black Hill gave me the bad news that the snack van on the A635 had been absent for a while. Progress was so fast in the dry, sunny conditions I was up there by early afternoon; I’d thought about camping on the summit but was out of water, I stupidly forgot to top my bottle up from Crowden Great Brook and there’s nothing on the top of Black Hill but foetid swamps.

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On Black Hill with my own personal wildlife guide. Not really, he was busy enumerating radio masts.


‘I see the trig point has sagged a bit more’ I said to the chap with binoculars. Surprisingly for a mast aficionado, he hadn’t noticed it wasn’t straight.

For this reason alone, I would have needed to continue but it was so pleasant and I had so much surplus energy I actually jogged most of the way down to Dean Clough. Where a dead sheep had recently been dragged from the stream. Oh well, at least it wasn’t still actually in the water.

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Oh dear, I’m out of water. Still, so is the dead sheep.

At Wessenden Head a beautiful Short-eared Owl was quartering the rough meadows, I pointed it out to a young couple heading down to the reservoir and they kindly took an interest, the lad asking me ‘what does it eat?’ ‘Mostly voles’ I replied. Pause. ‘What’s voles?’ By the time I got down to the lodge I was tired and really wanted to camp somewhere, but the lower I descended the more midges appeared. I was so thirsty I eventually stopped at the bridge to brew some soup from river water. Clouds of midges latched onto me, they rapidly became maddening. I couldn’t bear to discard my irreplaceable soup, but it was still too hot to drink.

Throwing everything but the actual soup back in my pack, I slithered up one of the steepest little climbs on the entire Pennine Way with my two poles in my left hand and in my right hand a slopping titanium mug of Ainsley Harriott wild mushroom soup. The midges followed me, lured no doubt by Ainsley’s authentic mycological pheromones. Only at the Blakeley Clough tank was I left in sufficient peace to salvage the lukewarm dregs of Harriott’s fungal finest.


Finally enjoying my soup at the mysterious tank.

By now I was so tired I could have just flung myself into a swamp like Ophelia, my rucksack ‘pulling me from my melodious lay to muddy death’ (© W. Shakespeare). The moor was far too tussocky for the tent so I was forced to break out the bivy bag, brought with me for one of my three summit sleep-outs.

No photos exist of this camp, it was too awful. I lay in a random bog, midges descended once more but I had a piece of silk to cover my face; I fell asleep before sundown. In the morning I discovered that had I walked for another twenty minutes, I could have camped properly. At a pub.

Some will tell you the purpose of walking a trail is to have fun, or at least engender future fun after the event and perhaps also in others, through recollection. I expect we all know the three types of outdoor fun. Type One Fun is actually fun, and fun to remember. Type Two Fun is horrible at the time, but then becomes fun to remember. Type Three Fun is just horrible, and for ever.

Sometimes I fear I’m seeking out Type Two Fun for the sake of a tale to tell. Is my life really so dull that I must purposefully make it less enjoyable in order to make it more interesting? Then again, isn’t this the inevitable resort of any autobiographical writer? Ultimately, can Type One Fun ever be truly memorable? In which case, why do we allow ourselves to be constantly seduced into shopping for it?

Proust was big on this stuff. According to Alain de Botton he suggested “we become properly inquisitive only when distressed. We suffer, therefore we think”2. Wisdom acquired painfully through one’s own life is, according to Proust, far superior to that acquired painlessly from a teacher, including perhaps a professional Outdoor Activities Instructor with helmet, harness and risk assessment. Was acquiring a healthy dose of thought-provoking and memorable pain, solitary, unprofessional and free of charge, actually my Pennine Way purpose?

Day Three – Marsden Moor to May’s Shop.

It was no hardship to rise before the sun on Marsden Moor, because my appalling bivy bag was sopping wet inside with condensation. There must be something wrong with that thing, unless I’m just using it inside-out.

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Sunrise over Marsden Moor

I squelched out of my plastic pouch like an unpleasantly mature pickle and ambled damply around the reservoirs in the dawn light. Their clear water was infinitely preferable for morning coffee to the Dean Clough sheep juice, which I happily discarded.

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Would you believe that building is a pub at which I could have camped?


At Millstone Edge I thought someone had very kindly left a sack of muesli for passing hikers…


Drat, not muesli…

Blackstone Edge is one of my favourite Pennine Way locations; not only a lovely spot in itself, it means one has passed over and left behind the horrid M62. It also means the White House pub is near.

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The horrid M62

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Blackstone Edge in warm sunshine

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The first time I’ve had any spare energy to inspect the Aiggin Stone – another example of walking the PW with a different kind of purpose

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Ditto the Roman Road which is actually rather interesting

Both the Edge and the pub are also in Lancashire, hence it was necessary for me to wait an hour outside for the latter to open at midday so I could have black pudding for lunch in my ancestral county. Outside I met a fit looking man who said ‘I’ve always wanted to walk the Pennine Way but my wife won’t let me. She says I’m too old’.

‘Outrageous’, I replied, ‘how old are you?’ I thought he was about my age. ‘Seventy-eight’. ‘Ah. She may have a point. You could do it in sections…’ He seemed pleased with this idea and continued with the ten miles he was walking to Todmorden. Before lunch.

The pub was great as ever but I had to crack on as I knew with the steep climbs up from the Calder it would be a haul to get to May’s before she closed.


Looking back to the White House


Vintage reservoir architecture

On the way to Stoodley Pike I came upon a strange leather harness and some chains, lying on a rock by the trail. It looked like a waymarker for an S&M hiking club, or perhaps a bit of bondage-themed geocaching.


Cyril’s Seat, yet another favourite spot

At the pike a man with several misbehaving dogs enquired whether I’d seen their leads anywhere. ‘Ah…’

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That Stoodley monstrosity

In Callis Wood I was nearly run over my a mountain biker descending at insane speed. By the canal, the alternative types who live there in vans and boats were already sipping wine and smoking whatever they smoke on garden chairs in the warm sunshine. I do sometimes wonder how and indeed for what purpose I’ve organised my own life so incompetently.

The Calder valley and its northern slopes have been completely taken over by Himalayan Balsam, it’s in every garden and all along the trail up the hill; I believe I may have predicted this in a blog two years ago #toldyouso.

himalayan balsam in calderdale


The lovely ancient bridge at Hebble Hole had collapsed, and would you believe that according to a notice taped onto it the council has to apply, to itself, for listed building consent to repair it? A temporary scaffolding bridge was thankfully in place.pennine-way-hebble-hole-bridge The steps up from Colden Water had been very nicely repaired by the same council. It was a relief to reach May’s as I’d had a poor night. Her son asked if I had any washing to go in the machine, her daughter made me a mug of tea and sold me supper. It was like coming home, apart from the small sum of money changing hands and even that was painless as now – ta daaa – amazing news – May takes cards! Hence I spent a significant sum on essential stocks, for the purposeless privations lying ahead.

In the morning May gave me a free cake, for having already walked the Way three times, and we chatted about the BBC programmes. ‘That chap never walked the Pennine Way’, she laughed, ‘he just drove up here in a car. I said to him “you look exhausted” ’.  She too isn’t walking very far these days, but she seems determined to keep running her small but miraculous retail empire, and purposefully to boot.

I should have asked her what the purpose of her shop is.  Successful businesses surely always have objectives and mission statements, although I’m not completely convinced the latter have reached High Gate Farm Shop. It’s hard to imagine how something could purposelessly become so perfect, other than by evolving via natural selection over eons of course. Perhaps May’s is a kind of retail living fossil, slowly permineralising under its stone roof slabs, like an Archaeshopteryx. It’ll certainly be a missing link for the Pennine Way if May retires.

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One very happy hiker in the evening sun at May’s Shop

1I would like to mention that, not being completely daft, I had GPX waypoints from the trail website loaded into the OsmAnd mapping app on my phone, also a compass, whistle and full camping gear.

2in How Proust Can Change Your Life, Picador, 1997.



  1. John Bainbridge · · Reply

    Grand writing, Grand Pictures.

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    1. Thank you very much John for your kind encouragement, bw A

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  2. Marvellous. That TV programme sounds like one of the reasons I rarely watch TV anymore. I can’t stand the forced jollity.

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    1. Me neither, it’s either that or spurious arguing or catastrophising, or all of the above!

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  3. Thank you for your account of your adventure; I enjoyed reading it.

    I do feel you were a bit unkind about Paul Rose, the presenter of the TV series. I hope that your tongue was firmly in your cheek!

    More please…

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    1. Actually, yes, ‘numpty’ is a bit unnecessary, I think I’ll edit that. Thanks for the kind feedback and encouragement. I didn’t meet you on the PW did I? I’d better try not to be unkind about anybody else, just in case! 😉


  4. I was thrilled to see you are doing the trail again. There is much joy in your account and your lack of purpose for doing so prompted by that vacuous TV program is more than sound.
    I’m writing to cheer you on as thanks as your blog was a great resource for my PW completed in July (finally after dreaming about doing it for years). Now I can’t stop thinking about it but I can re-live it by proxy through you.
    Keep up your walking adventures and great blog.

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    1. Thank you so much and I’m glad my blog was some kind of help. I’ve done my best to update the ‘resources’ sections but I was surprised to find how much had changed in just two years. But also relieved that so much was the same. It’s a great walk and not easy, well done for completing it.


  5. Ah, Andrew. How you make me laugh. Onward!

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    1. Thanks, I’m pleased and grateful to hear it, especially as I don’t even have to bother making stuff up like a proper writer, this is just my life 😉


      1. Proper writers are overrated.

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  6. More wonderful writing. I very much enjoyed your categoridation of the three types of fun. It helps me rationalise the foolish decision I made recently to enter for my fifth TGO Challenge next May.

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    1. Thanks again for your support, and the kind retweets. May all your fun be type one-and-a-half at worst 😉


  7. Categoridation? I’ve invented a new word. You’ll know what I meant.

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  8. Just found your blog and thought I’d say a quick hello and thank you for the information.. and the entertainment. Until last year I’d never walked before and then ended up doing both the camino Frances and the Portuguese.. (not bad for a 44yo couch potato).
    I’m considering the Pennine way late spring but after reading about your accommodation choice I’m hoping for at least a semi decent campsite each night.. (or a yha… Or a 5* hotel 🤨) …
    Would I definitely end up in a damp ditch one night or is there always an option somewhere? I can do an average 25km a day but would walk further for a real mattress if necessary.
    Anyway, thanks for the blog.
    Speak soon
    Andy wild


    1. Hi Andy, thanks for visiting the blog, glad you found it useful. It doesn’t get a lot of attention from me in winter!

      There are pretty much always options except for the first night when the campsite at Crowden is pretty much it anywhere near the trail, and the last night when unless you’re fit enough to do the whole of The Cheviot in one day you’re stuck up there overnight unless you either descend on a long detour or pre-arrange transport. You can do the latter through accommodation providers like Forest View at Byrness.

      I’m a fan of wild camping for the flexibility, peace and quiet and views. After a few uncomfortable nights on rubbishy old mats I’ve invested in an extraordinarily comfortable lightweight inflatable mattress, mine is by Exped but other brands have similar models

      I didn’t plan my last PW at all but if I do plan I work on 30km a day maximum. I’d be conservative though if you haven’t done that many trails. I too started walking late in life and for my first couple of trails I carried far too much weight. I kept meeting gnarly and slightly stinky backpackers who’d assure me repeatedly that you can hike for a week in the same shirt and nobody dies, but I kept disbelieving them. Finally I joined the stinky club and enjoyed my trails a lot more for carrying a lot less. People avoid sitting near you in the pub, but nobody dies 😉 All good wishes, A


  9. I love your writing style! Please can you quickly walk the West Highland Way and recount it for me? We completed the PW back in August 2018 and your blog was a lovely (and hilarious) reminisce!


    1. Thank you very much! I spent one day on the WHW as part of the Scottish National Trail so you’ll find a few observations on my SNT blog. It seemed rather busy to me but I’m sure it’s a great walk, good luck.


  10. Andrew Scott · · Reply

    Hi Andrew. love your ‘story’. I completed the way twice in 1980 and ’83 camping except for a B&B at the post office in Lothersdale. I was filthy from the many peat bogs, and NO flagstones on Black Hill in those days. Didn’t do Jacobs ladder, just straight over kinder, sure God helped me find the Downfall. Didn’t do the Wessenden loop, just plodged straight over the moor to the Great Western at Standedge, sad its gone and so is the Floating Light. Am 74 now and was thinking of having a twilight bash at the whole thing this summer. Love your tent, is it a Saunders Fellpine? I used a Fellpine on my two treks. I have no time for these modern tents. Will probably use my Vango Zyphyr ridge tent with its front gothic arch poles. Well I will keep on reading your stuff again and maybe comment again later. Have done 9 treks in the Himalayas but always wanted to redo the PW.
    Take care,
    Cheers Andy.

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    1. Hi Andy and thanks for these kind comments. My tent is a Trekkertent Stealth and has been pretty bombproof but funnily enough a big part of my choosing it was because my first, much-loved, backpacking tent was indeed a Saunders Fellpine – in fact my Fellpine has such sentimental value that to the dismay of my OH I still have it in the cupboard!! Hence I was used to the front entry system that seems to bug so many people. We have a Coleman side entry 2-man for summer holidays but for solo use front entry is still best for me, it seems to keep the wet and filth clear of my sleeping stuff more effectively. I must say the groundsheet of my Fellpine was not particularly waterproof even when new. whereas the Stealth groundsheet is amazing in comparison, you can literally sleep in a bog, and the Stealth is also half the weight of the Fellpine of course which I do find helpful. But yes Saunders tents were absolutely fantastic. All good wishes, A


  11. Andrew Scott · · Reply

    Hi Andrew, I appreciate your reply, Saunders Fellpine ! what a small world. Take care and I wish you many more lonely nights in the middle of no -where ha ha. A.

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  12. Hi Andrew,
    Very entertaining. I like your attitude.
    I was due to walk the PW this year but for the lockdown.
    Sad and adrift, I was glad to find your blog.
    Mike (Stinky club member)

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    1. Hello Mike, thanks for these kind comments and sorry to hear about your PW. Especially as I’ve just returned from walking it again myself (for the fifth time). There were plenty of cheap train tickets so I just impulsively bought one to Edale and went. I had no plan and camped out every night apart from one in a Hobbit Hutch at Ickornshaw because the campsite owner felt his ground was too wet. When I got to Alston I just bought on my phone a cheap train ticket home, again there were plenty available. Although I’m in a vulnerable group at no point did I feel Covid-unsafe although Berwick was a bit busy. The weather was mostly quite bad, but it’s looking great now and others are out on the trail as I write, as I can see from the very friendly Pennine Way Walkers Facebook group which I recommend joining if you’re still feeling sad and adrift, we can’t have that! 😉 All good wishes, Andrew


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