Having scared my husband, Rob, with tales of sucking bogs and muddy trails (he hates getting his shoes dirty), I still convinced him that he had to see the moors for himself. However, the dry weather had continued, and our short route around Pendle left us with dry feet, and a faint feeling of disappointment that I couldn’t soak Rob in a bog. But we had a nice leisurely walk around, and even tried ourselves at navigating, without a route description and with another copied map.
It went well until a few miles from the end, when I followed a couple that turned out later to not be on the walk, and then for a while the trails seemed to almost match the map but not quite. I’m sure we walked 3 or 4 miles farther than necessary, which on a nice day and a short route wasn’t a disaster. But I determined to get better printed color maps from now on, or at least to use the real one I was required to carry.