You can make out the well-named Bleaklow and Black Hill from my mum and dad's house, just about. Those dark and peaty wastes are not for me. anywhere 'twixt Settle and Ribblehead will do me. Did much botanising and rambling there in my yoof. I remember thinking what a bloody mistake it was to do the Three Peaks in brand-new unbroken-in boots. Ah, the folly of the young! Messiah's own country up there it is, though.