At every sight of the phrase ‘Monsal Head’, we followed obediently. One sign, a few miles in, pointed us away from the path and over a stone wall. We wavered. We were sure that we should stick to the main path, but the sign suggested otherwise. A family and their dog clambered over the wall, and we followed. ‘They seem like they know where they’re going,’ we thought.
Three muddy elds and a possible trespassingviolation later, we concluded that they were going somewhere else. They drifted away into the distance and we were alone. Not only had we ventured away from our intended path, now we were no longer safe. We hastily scrambled over a broken stone wall, and arrived at the peak we had been searching for — Monsal Head.
We sent up the drone and took photos of the viaduct, and then the rain set in. We had been lucky with the weather up until then, but the area was sodden after weeks of downpours. With thoughts of tea and a warm meal in mind, we ventured back to the car. This time, we followed the path.