There is only one thing worse than walking through very very wet churned up peat.
That will be walking through heather that has obviously never been burned and is up to your knees.
Yesterday, I had both.
I would have written this last night, if it wasn't for the fact that I was nursing a scabby lip having dragged it around all day.
Note to self: no matter what the weather men say, always (I repeat always) take a complete set of dry clothes when hill walking in Autumn.
On a positive note, Lady Snow graced me with her presence yesterday.
Love it :)