We ended up going to Devon to see my sister in law and her family and as they live on the western border of Dartmoor we went on the moors. Mr P fancied going for a nice long walk up a very big hill, my first thought was oh my hell, what is he thinking that walk is going to kill me let alone we had Little Miss P with us, how were we going to tackle that. It was over big rocks and over a little stream. But as Mr P wanted to do it I would give it a go so Little Miss P and I started the walk behind Mr P.
It was ok at first even though the top didn't seem like it was getting closer and it was a small incline. But the higher we got the steeper it got and at this point Little Miss P was jumping all over the rocks pretending to be super girl. By now it was very rocky to the point where my foot got stuck between two rocks and I feel flat on my back (Mr P said he thought the ground had swallowed me up). Little Miss P came to help me up at which point I just wanted to go back down and not even think about going on anymore but Little Miss P and Mr P were enjoying it and I didn't want to stop them.
I think I fell over one more time before we got to the top, where Little Miss P and Mr P didn't (I told you I was bad at walking) and by the time I got to the top I was tired. But looking down I was very proud of myself for doing it and enjoyed the view, I think someone said it was 538 metres above sea level.
Now it was time to get going back down. It was a lot easier and altogether it took about 3 hours. I was glad to get back for a cup of tea and put my feet to rest.