"Sheffield in May" isn't a poem by Wordsworth. And when we arrived on the Friday it was easy to see why. Steel City was looking rusty, but David had found a couple of stainless parts for us. Not much distance in either of them, but they gave us an appreciation for the following 2 days terrain & had all bar 1 of us blowing hard - the 1 with a secret weapon, the electric bike. Then we took the blind man knife throwing in thick fog. This was more like a surfers weekend away.
Saturday turned up bright and beautiful. After a lungbuster to warm us up we had the first of a weekend full of incredible views and then fun downhills. We ended up at Lady Cannings for a trail session, and then off for lunch with the Alpacas. Enough uphills to make us all a bit envious of the electric bike. Home in time for Alan 'I worked in the army for 80 years' to get us to Kelham Island, Sheffield's answer to Shoreditch. Great meal, then West Street via a dodgy Irish pub and The Frog And Parrot to play pool until 1 am. Alan 'ID all over the world' got us home safe.
Sunday was even warmer. We had a large loop around Ladybower and Derwent resevoirs which took most of the day, ending in a 15 minute climb for some of us. Home in time for Alan '£60 fine for THAT' to take us to the Eccy road for a curry, gins, beer and finally a dance for Al. Alan 'Bloody lunatic IT'S A 20 LIMIT' got us home safely.
A fantastic weekend - some new-found appreciation for Sheffield for some of us, and the Peaks really showed themselves up in all their glory. Exceptional organisation, met up with 3 'outsiders' and no tin-tin-ducks.