The Boulter Gang – James and Reuben
The Crowther Gang – Chrissie, Pebbles, Geoff and Islay
The Boulter Gang – to bag various summits before they get covered by wind turbines.
The Crowther Gang – to attempt to tire puppy Islay out each day with some shorter (4 or 5 miles) walks.
The Crowther Gang set off for Scotland and spend the night in Wet Sleddale.
Dry, bright and cool.
4.5 miles near Shap, taking in both the tiny village of Keld and Shap Abbey.
Piri Piri chicken, roasted Mediterranean vegetables and new potatoes.
The Crowthers continue their journey to Scotland, meeting up with the Boulter Gang at Dundeugh Forest.
Dry, bright, fresh, arctic wind.
4.5 mile circular wander from Moniaive, over Bardennoch Hill.
A delicious spag bol, made by James.
All move to a new wild vanping spot near the Water of Ken.
Absolutely p*****g it down all day, with strong winds.
Walk – Both Gangs Together
An hour’s wander around the forest, with the dogs all charging about like nutters.
A delicious chilli, made by Geoff.
The Crowther Gang get word that, in their absence, there has been an attempted burglary on their house. Some lovely friends ring the Police and sort everything for them, so they don’t have to rush home. Apparently, the village had a rash of both attempted – and successful – burglaries on the Friday night.
All spend a second night at the Water of Ken.
Hail, rain, wind, sun, rain, hail, wind.
4.6 miles up the valley of the Water of Ken and back, taking in the Chalk Memorial Bothy and the deserted farmhouse of Lorg.
James – Posh Pasta
Chrissie and Geoff – fish cakes with minted peas, fresh veg and new potatoes.
Both Gangs start making their respective ways home.
Dry, bright, cold breeze.
4 mile Glenkiln Sculpture Trail, near Dumfries. A bit disappointing, due to the fact that over 50% of the sculptures are no longer in existence.
A delicious fry up – comfort food.
The Crowthers start off wild vanping in Wet Sleddale but eventually feel so uncomfortable, due to a car with four guys (adults, not teenagers) in it behaving in a very strange way, they decamp to a lay-by in the centre of Shap.
The Crowther Gang finish their journey home.
Rain, snow, hail, sun.
Supposedly a couple of hours walk in the Howgills, setting off from Ravenstonedale. Ends up only being a 90 minute walk though, as the Crowther Gang get fed up of the snow storm which starts shortly after setting off.
Cheese and onion/steak and ale pies, fresh broccoli and carrots, and new potatoes.
And The Crowther Mission Is Accomplished