I have to admit that I have lost my blogging mojo recently, any motivation for keeping Backpackingbongos up to date has been severely lacking. There are loads of great backpacking trips that I have yet to put into words. I’m going to rectify that over the next couple of weeks but will keep the words to a minimum and the photos to a maximum. I’m sure that the rambling two thousand word blog posts will return some time in the future!
March is that time of year when Winter and Spring battle it out. It is also the time when people start arguing over Meteorological and Astronomical Spring. I tend to go for the former as that’s when the weather people on the telly box say it’s spring. Anyway one weekend in mid March I set off with Chrissie and Reuben for a short backpack in the northern most reaches of the Peak District. We explored such delights as Ramsden Clough and Black hill and all the wet and boggy bits in between. It was the sort of walking where a set of waders and snorkel would have been appropriate attire. The sounds of the weekend consisted mostly of the sloshing of water and swearing when a boot got trapped by a bog. I would climb the steep bits as quickly as possible, being towed by an enthusiastic hound. This would give me just enough time to capture a photo of Chrissie and the awfulness of the slope behind her. She obliged by wearing red to contrast with the greens and the greys of a bleak Peak District weekend.