Whilst camping in the New Forest, contemplating the next day of our unstructured tour (anticipating heading south west-ish) our daughter rang to say she missed the mountains of Switzerland (as you would!) and really fancied going to climb somewhere in the Peak District. It seemed silly to refuse, so we headed back to Newbury, and …

Setting off from Newbury, provoked memories of camping in the 60’s in the New Forest, but back then you could “wild camp” virtually anywhere, which mum and dad did, in some clearing in the woods, next to a stream/river, where Nigel employed his rope for some long forgotten purposes, and we tried to dam up …