182 Pendle Hill (06.30)

It’s been wet wet wet but I wanted to walk a bit so Rachel and I walked up Pendle Hill.

It’s really a great lump with a shadowed history, where the most famous witch trial in British history resulted in executions somewhere on the hill.

(I can’t tell you how many because I’m in a coffee shop and the link is blocked “because of its content categorization: “Alternative Spirituality/Belief””!)


It was very wet.

Did I mention the wet?


There were a random merry pack of hikers who arrived at the path the same time we did.

And the requisite scraggy sheep.

Then we trotted off down a moody road to a local pub where we necked half pints quickly, parted ways to get clean and dry, then went out for dinner with Finch, where I was treated to an exhibition of English womanhood in all its curvy, platformed, false eyelashed glory.


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