More route research, cycling High Cup Nick up in the Pennines. Coming from the east is astounding and dramatic: after three hours of tarmac, farm track and bog in empty grey-brown moorland, the vast bowl of High Cup suddenly appears and fills the view, with the lush green Eden farmland beyond, and Lakes fells in the distance. Next time I must try it in shoes without holes. And with soles that are still largely connected to the uppers.
