Although its on our doorstep, there’s nowhere as remote as Derbyshire for a daytrip. Though its not as remote as to remove the dragnet of surveillance but enough to give the Sat-Nav a bit of tizz trying to find Dovedale and Thorpe Cloud. We’ve been extreme dog walking, or in Nelson’s case, extreme human dragging, up that huge hill called Thorpe Cloud. It was difficult enough getting Nelson onto the stepping stones. As predicted, he took a short splash in the Dovedale river. So off we climb with trembling knees and thighs of fire to the top. Sam celebrates at the summit with a sandwich, scotch egg, a swig of pop and smashes the camera after collapsing from exhaustion.
