Some sort of bunker just after Liddington and just before the B4192, neither of us fancied venturing beyond the open door. It was very grim.


Fell-walker, trig-pointer, peak-bagger, Wainwright-er & Pennine Way author, with a passion for long paths, malt whisky, fast cars & Man City

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