I'm going to have to miss the Ullswater do this week end. The boat is not up to it, I'm afraid. The owner ain't so bad these days - but I haven't got a split in my hull. Least ways I didn't last time I looked.
Thanks for the chart - sorry- Map, Graham. A Bartholomew's One inch to the mile, is it? The 1900 font and coloured topography brought back memories of ill-equipped teenage weekends up Kinder Scout with one of they.
We got caught up there in low cloud on one occasion - no compass, of course - and nearly walked off one of the Tors at Grinds Brook. We were soaked to the skin and found refuge in the Nags Head but got ourselves thrown out (once dried off and chastised by the barmaid) for being underage and too stupid not to act like it!
Four lessons learned in one day: 1. A map is no good without a compass and someone who knows how to use it. 2. Falling into a peat hag is amusing for the audience but not the participants. 3. Keep dry! Hypothermia makes you do dangerous things. 4. The tolerance of Derbyshire barmaids has limits so don't push your luck!