Walk of Sunday 5th of July: Kettlewell

Or should that be Kettlehell as the temperature soared yesterday to a searing 26 degrees C? This was my first – not my last, walk with Southport Ramblers and by golly – walking in a group is a world of difference than going solo – this fat goat walks on his own and takes his time, an herd of a slimmer species move together en-masse and never stop for very long. The walk itself was a lovely stomp through the countryside at Kettlewell by the side of a river that as of yet I cannot name! All was going well on the flat – it has been commented on by others that I fair put the pedal to the metal (sic) when on the flat in fact I did most of the flat sections right up alongside of the race walk leader – a chap named Trevor who’s fitness I can only ever hope to aspire to as oppose to emulate! The first big climb was…how can I word this without swearing? It was that bad. Over the space of a few hundred yards we climbed the best side of a thousand feet in blistering sun – then dappled shade, … Continue reading Walk of Sunday 5th of July: Kettlewell

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