I had decided beforehand that I wasn't going to go down into the dark cold and wet slate mine. I have been in mines often enough before and whilst it definitely isn't a case of seen one, seen 'em all, I have seen enough to satisfy my urge to burrow underground. Instead, I thought I'd go for a walk around the lake.
This turned out to be one of my less bright ideas because the side of the lake I decided to walk along was basically a bog, so there was lots of trying to emulate Legolas by lightly floating over the less than solid surface, but mostly there was floundering though moss and long coarse tufty grass. :)
Having reached the end of the lake, I attempted to cross to the other side of the valley to where there was a nice solid track, but unfortunately there was a small river in the way. If it had been a wide, shallow, rocky river, I might have been able to cross it, but it was a sort of deep cut channel in the bog, too wide to jump.
So I floundered back to the higher ground, ending up with one wet foot in the process, but I then made better progress and reached the ruined house at the end of the valley and thence to the track and a brisk walk back to the car. I then read coneycat's murder mystery on my iPod for half an hour (very enjoyable so far!) until the rest of the group returned from their subterranean jaunt.
They had fun, I had fun, despite the wet foot. I'm too tired for to sort out photos today, but there will be some tomorrow. Meanwhile, here is the song that ever since I was a teenager sums up my feelings about walking in the hills. I was an inner-city kid, but the hills are never far away when you're in Manchester.