The Plan (there’s sometimes A Plan) was to once again recce the route from Hope to New Mills.
Judith had been pressed into proof-reading my written route description, checking that the words on the paper bore some resemblance to the actual route on the ground.
It proved to be nearly okay…..apart from the odd intruction to head East rather than West. Oh well.
Judith and I met up in Manchester and then hopped onto a train to Hope, arriving around mid-day.
Our route headed north from Hope station
