This is a personal review. The jacket was bought (sob!) with a lot of my own hard-earned cash. Other brands, from other retail outlets, are available.
I’ve spoken about this jacket in some of my previous blogs, so apologies for any repetition.
The first thing to say about the Mammut Whymper jacket, not that it needs telling, is that it’s RED, AMAZINGLY ALMOST OFF THE COLOUR PALETTE RED. It’s nearly luminescent, especially with the touches of, equally bright, yellow on the zips. You can probably see me wearing it from the moon! But ‘red’ works for me, it’s the colour of my favourite football team – the might Barnsley FC (COYR!), it matches my politics (sorry!) and is, according to my wife, apparently the only colour I wear.
Went up to Castle Hill, saw it and came back.
I was back with my usual walking companion today, The Walking Dan, for a bit of Easter holiday weekend walking. The skyline above Dove Stone Reservoir was our destination today.
Dove Stone (not Dovestones) lies in the Greenfield Valley in the South Peninnes, but is officially according to The Walking Dan (and Google) also part of the Peak District… just.
Getting to it usually involves a race across the A635 from Holmfirth, although today the heavy wind kept speeds well below the legal limit. The fact the wind was almost flinging my car into oncoming traffic gave me some indication of what was to come. The view of the valley from this direction is magically in the Summer and following snowfall in the Winter.
My pal and experienced hiker Andy surprised me on a recent walk by saying that he’d never done much walking in The Peak District – never done Kinder Scout, the Hope Valley or the Derwent Valley.
So today was the day when I would be taking him for a yomp around my usual playground.
I’d chosen the Upper Derwent Valley and Derwent Edge for this trip, promising to drag him up and around Kinder at a later stage. The main reason for avoiding Kinder is that I would actually, properly, be The Walking Dad on this trip as my eldest, Christian (I mean Chris!), would be joining us and he had only done a Kinder trek the weekend before.
A 6pm start from home, on March 5th, saw The Walking Dan and I set off for Wales. Somehow I’d copped for driving, even though I’d driven the last time we went to Wales and on a recent trip to Whitby (to walk the last part of the Cleveland Way). His car is waaaay better than mine too, though that’s not saying much.
Dan had stayed at ours the previous night, taking advantage of Debbie’s attempt to create a mini-boutique hotel in the spare bedroom. This allowed us to nip for a quick sherbet down the Sphinx Nest pub. A bit of poor timing from me saw us clash with a girl’s night in. A house full of drunk/cackling women didn’t make dropping off to sleep easy, but gate-crashing their Indian takeaway was a bonus.