This would be my first walk on Exmoor proper since all the way back in February, when I helped someone explore the National Park for the very first time and led them to the highest point in all of Somerset.
That is excluding a walk I did more recently along the coast path because, although it does cross Exmoor, I consider it to be more of a ‘coastal’ scene that anywhere close to the heart of the moorland.
Six-days after the partial disappointment that came with my walk of Ysgyryd Fawr and Bryn Arw, I made my way back to the Black Mountains for a second crack at finalising a medium-level route for my walking group.
So far, we’d managed to explore a fair portion of the Peak District without attempting a single group scramble. In July 2018, we were all over it in Snowdonia… Up and down the Gylderau, Tryfan and we each survived the length of Crib Goch.
On what was set to be the hottest day of the month, we drove east towards the Derwent Valley with the intention of conquering one of the Peak District’s most infamous scrambles.
Following three days of walking in the Peak District, this was decided to be our communal ‘rest day’. Two of our party took this literally, while Jenny and I were keen to get another walk in. We each went our separate ways and, as she headed east to climb Win Hill, I would breach the outskirts of Sheffield to follow a route inspired by The Walking Englishman.
Walks With Olly 