Persistent rain and low cloud had been forecast but despite this 11 members turned up in Castleton for a wetting. I suspect the usual dog, having more sense, had refused to leave its basket.
Conditions underfoot were testing too, as the meet leader soon demonstrated by involuntarily coating his left side in liquid mud. The tarmac surface of the old road was found to be partially iced but the party were too experienced to be caught out here.
A flog up a morass led to a brief coffee break below Mam Nick and an ascent through cloud to Mam Tor. There were traces of recent snow which for most of us was the first encountered this season. Fortunately the slabs were not iced and we arrived unscathed at Hollins Cross where five of the party claimed they were sufficiently saturated to justify bailing out. The remaining six continued into fog and steady rain and eventually took rather meagre cover in Brockett Booth plantation for lunch. An ascent of Back Tor and Lose Hill was deemed unecessary by even such worthies as these, and so we skulked along under the ridge and turned down (none too soon for some) towards Lose Hill farm. A little drizzle and much mud led us back to Castleton and its swollen streams.
Thanks for your company. I will try to do better with the weather next time.