Andy decided we should drive to Bradley and run up onto the moor as it was snowy and a good moon. What a great idea, apart from we got lost (as usual) and ended up flailing around in the tussocky, knee deep snow with a bog underneath.
I think we were probably in the right place but just missed the stile (honestly).
I must get the map out and check.
Brutalist Bus Stop
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