Had a lovely if somewhat damp walk at Mossy Lea, at the bottom of the Snake Pass (I kid you not, there is a road that crosses the Pennines called the Snake Pass). Ash didn't discgrace himself too often and even came nose to nose with a sheep without having an apoplectic fit.
It was good to walk in the Pennines again. The first glimpse of them came at the end of yesterday's horrendous journey. As we passed Stockport on the M60, the sun came out and there were the hills. The journey was worth it just for that moment.
Apologies for any confusion the icon may have caused, I am not in France but in the North West of England; I forgot to change the default that's set for posting entries by email.