A much easier day, in many ways. Firstly, it was gloriously, fabulously, brilliantly grey and overcast. Secondly, there was only a small amount of relatively gentle climbing. Thirdly, it was a little less than fourteen miles.

So we started out from The Carriage House (our very pleasant B&B for the night), and there was a little road walking to begin with to get back on the Way.

Then we made our way along Standedge with very little fuss, enjoying the unusual sensation of being cold when we stopped. Most of the first part of the walk featured gritstone ridges, which were sometimes a joy to walk along, sometimes (as we got towards Blackstone Edge) a pain, as it provided boulders and smaller rocks to stumble over.

After sadly witnessing the burnt out hulk of a Range Rover, we crossed the motorway and made our way up onto Blackstone Edge. As there was a pub on the route, we’d promised ourselves a (non-alcoholic) stop to refresh ourselves. As we sat in a stone-built shelter just shy of the summit, I discovered via the medium of Google that the pub closed in a little over an hour. So we hastened to said pub (The Whitehouse), with about half an hour to spare.

The rest of the day was spent walking around a succession of rather dry reservoirs, before the descent to Mankinholes, and the youth hostel.

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