On a day when fell runners are being rescued from floods in Cumbria, we decided it was an opportune moment to head south into the Peak District, where the weather was balmy by comparison. An extra hour in bed for the end of British Summer Time? No chance – just got up an hour earlier to make sure we finished a 6 mile scramble in time for a pub lunch.
We passed the Robin Hood, half way round the walk up and down various gritstone edges, and, although not quite as notorious as the fellow it is named after, it looked homely. At the end of the walk we drove round for a pie and a pint.