Started off really enjoying myself. Then, on the way up Black Hill my foot slipped between two badly place paving stones which were obscured by the torrent of water running down the path. I, of course carried on and over sustaining a nasty injury to my shin and twisted ankle. After several minutes of hopping around and swearing the blood soaking through my traksters indicated that I should set off.
I got to the top of Black Hill then headed off to find the old Pennine Way. I didn’t find it and ended up on some of the worst terrain the moors have to offer. The weather changed. The wind picked up and squall showers of sleet and snow replaced the sunshine.
It wasn’t long before my face and extremities were utterly numb. And my leg injuries were slowing me down significantly. I got to the A635 layby and rang home to let Jess know that I was late but OK.
I traipsed the last few miles to Redbrook Res refusing offers of rescue from Jess, Lis, Dr Ali before finally giving up and asking for Jess to meet me at the Pule Hill Layby.
[…] last year I’d done a considerable amount of running in preparation for the New Chew before falling down a hole in the paving slabs on the Pennine Way on Black Hill. This year I did little. I’d done a fair […]