If I could speak I would probably keep saying that name over and over to annoy my dad. We walked back past the car and turned into the car park for the Devil’s Arse. We were going to head off the main route to any tempting side tracks that we fancied. Unbelieavable! The route today should take us on an anticlockwise circular journey to Lose Hill, along the ridge to Mam Tor then back into Castleton. After about 100 yards we stopped and turned around because the muppet realised that we were heading in the wrong direction. We set off along the road towards Winnat’s Pass. There wasn’t many people around at this time so parking was easy. So, my dad faffed around for a while putting his boots on and getting me and himself ready to hike. I have been to a few places with my dad that could be called that but this place looked too nice to have a naughty name. The Devil’s Arse appears to be a cave that you can pay to go into. I had to have a giggle to myself when I read the sign pointing to a local attraction. When I woke up my dad was parking the car in a layby in Castleton. The car soon warmed up and I had a snooze. On other occasions he tells her that where she is sending him is wrong but it usually turns out that she is right. Especially when he is singing along with the song on the radio.
She kept interrupting the music on the radio by telling us to turn left or turn right in 300 yards. She told my dad how to get to the Peak District. There was another lady in the car that I could not see. The car was frozen and I lay on my bed on the back seat while my dad scraped the ice off the windows. Anyway, after grabbing all our gear and preparing some food for us we set off on our 70 minute drive to Castleton. I have never seen her but I think that she lives in a speaker on the window ledge. Alexa gets shouted at by my dad if she doesn’t do as she is told the first time he asks. When I say early I mean half an hour after Alexa put the heating on. It was going to be very cold but sunny and only a light breeze. For the first time in a long time the weather forecast was really promising for the entire day. We (he!) decided to go on a Sunday which we don’t normally do because Sunday’s are busy and we can hike on any day of the week. We (by that I mean my dad) decided to go to the Peak District where we don’t go to often enough. This hike was a bit of a change for me and my human dad.
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