Keep straight on; no we are not going on the Pennine Way, straight on the side of the reservoir the map says, then turn up right. So we did, tussock to tussock over mud and be careful you don’t fall in THAT!
The sign says Mankinholes!
No, turn right; it must be here some where. The first one to see the Pike can have a sweety. SEEN IT! but Pauline didn’t want a sweet, so we all had lunch instead, sat round the base of the Pike, sheltered side of course. Can you go up it? Oh bother, I forgot my torch, but some hardy souls did venture up inside, into the blackness.
Ready for off? Have you got your stick? Glasses? Yes, it’s nearly all down hill now.
Strange people came into view. Where are you from? Pendle! Bloomin eck, that’s Lancashire! Do you know, they talk nearly like us.
