Another early Saturday morning, and another sunny, dry day despite a less-than-promising forecast. Yesterday dawned rather chilly, with ice being scraped from the windscreen and Becs starting the dog walk in about eight layers of clothing. We had a nice five-mile amble from Baslow into the Chatsworth estate, past the house down the side of the river, and got back to the car just as the normal weekend hordes started arriving. I’d never realised that the little shop next to the car park is proper old sweet shop, with a lovely old lady serving you rhubarb and custards from massive jars. Brilliant.

From there we nipped up to Froggatt, where I continued to crank up the mileage and ran along Froggatt, Curbar and Baslow edges, and back again. It had warmed up an awful lot by this point, and I had a very pleasant bimble along the tops in shorts and t-shirt and was still overheating. I was pretty pleased with my time, and when I got back to the car we had an awesome picnic sat in the sunshine. Good work.