Cumberland Brook here we come. Trying to wake up with a cup of tea at 8.31am on Sunday morning. Passing wind like a typhoon after four pints of bitter at the Waters Green Tavern last night. Sometimes that happens, and hopefully the tea will settle the stomach. Oh well. I suppose in the great wilds of the Peak District I won’t gas anyone.

I need to be at James Shields’s for 10am so need to leave HQ at 9.40am at the latest. As far as I am aware it is Karl Shields’s, James, and I who are stupid enough to head out this morning. Still slightly dark, damp etc etc etc…