The paddock where we pitched last night had been under several inches of snow but after a wet and windy night, most of the snow had gone by this morning, but it was still pretty cold.
An egg and bacon bap with coffee at the tearooms at Hartington was very welcome.
From there we went to Sheen. Snow had tended to drift in the corners of fields, just where our squeezer stiles and gates were. There was a lot of very wet mud about as well. A memorable moment was when I put my foot through snow and my leg went down through mud up to my knee and no sooner had I extricated it than the other leg went in.
On then by the hamlet of Brund and here we are, pitched in a field behind The Butchers Arms at Reaps Moor. The weather forecast for today was for much rain but we had very little.