Day 3-The one that is after 2

On the Sunday we had decided to not set our clocks back an hour till after we had finished the expedition due to the fact we were all tired and wanted to get it over and done with as soon as possible. We woke up at around 7 ‘o'clock in the morning our time 6 real time and packed up our gear except for Trangier's, mess tins and cups to prepare breakfast.

PACKING IN THE FOG

Due to the fact it was the last day and the group was feeling adventurous they foolishly let James cook the porridge and regretted it due to the fact he managed to turn porridge, water and chocolate powder into an almost uneatable revolting new strain of life christened FRANKENPORRIDGE, though I still claim that if we added a little bit of sugar it would of tasted alright they said if I added the sugar it would have the energy needed to jump out of the trangier and attack us.

After the FRANKENPORRIDGE incident we set out, from Pindale farm, with me reading the map, to which I said my navigation is as good as my cooking, a sense of dread went through the group. We began walking along a path through the local cement works; it was reminiscent of previous, certainly unexciting D of E expeditions.

LOTS OF CEMENT ON OUR PRACTICE HIKE

NODDY

We started off and road walked along our route to the nearest town of Bradwell (note: not Essex), where after we had reached the church we proceeded along footpaths across fields, up the side of the valley. In the fields there were the most pointless styles, just standing either in the middle of the field or on the edges of the fields, which Ben made it his duty to cross each one of them just for the sake of it. These fields continued until we hiked over the edge of the hill to reach a farm track which we joined a path into a villa lane which we walked along till we reached our second village of the day

After reaching Leadmill Bridge, we walked along the Derwent Valley Heritage trail way, which was positioned along a river for the most part. Where Ben claimed that there were a thousand different uses for his hat of which we collectively came up with 208 separate uses before we got board. Along the way we had our ‘lunch' so to speak but only stopped shortly.

HOLD ON TIGHT

DONT LOSE IT

A bridge at the end of the way located our second to last checkpoint just south of Hathersage, the final town we were visiting on our hike. Our group walked through the town to our final checkpoint before the end at the primary school and we took a 10 minute break before we proceeded up the hill for a final slog three quarters of the way up, was road walking. We passed the remains of something to do with the Bronte sisters, though at this time we couldn't be bothered to look. From the road we turned right at the last main fork, at the top of the hill and traveled along several footpaths till we saw the wooded area which was just in front of the car park. This was our pick up where the minibus was going to pick us up from.