Four Men Faff With Their Packs

We were just on our way back to the car today, after a good little trip, when three chaps approached us along the Pennine Way.

“What sort of a knob wears a jacket that colour?” one was heard to ask as we got within earshot (with reference to Mick’s YELLOW! top), at which point I realised that these weren’t three strangers. In yet another of those incredible coincidences (which wouldn’t have occurred if we had been 90 seconds earlier or they 90 seconds later), we bumped into John, Phil and Dave.

The last time we bumped into them was less coincidental, at a campsite in Hathersage during our Kent to Cape Wrath jaunt last year:

As first exhibited in the ‘three men, three matching tents’ snap above, it seems that these are three chaps who rather like to do things in sync, as today they co-ordinated their pack faffing activities:

Unrelated to that, here’s my favourite sign of the trip (in fact, the only sign worth photographing). I think they should delegate the sign-writing to someone else…

More about the rest of the outing tomorrow…