Peak District

I've had enough of big cities for now, thus into nature for today: a one-hour train ride to Hathersage in the Peak District. As a Central European guy you would picture mighty mountains, but disappointingly the highest “mountain” there is a mere 636m (yes, metric metres, no other absurd unit), we made it to a bit more than 400m. But still quite nice and the wind is no less than on “real” mountains.

Interesting thing happening on the way: it seems to be typically German to bring boiled eggs to a picnic. I did it only be chance, but the other three Germans had the same idea. And then, only one in four eggs was coloured, so it is independent of Easter. Then, we all had thought about how to bring salt up there. We ended up sharing salt from a small container that had contained (analog!) films in earlier times.

This time again at the end: the pictures.