*Please use subtitles provided, and apologies for the shaky cam. I have no idea why the stabilization turned itself off!*
Having inadvertently picked the coldest day of the year to run across Wales back in March, coming about as close to freezing to death as we could ever hope to get, Ben Cook and I only went and accidentally picked the coldest November day in 13 years for our latest Ultra.
In spite of the sub zero temperatures, our plan was to cross the spine of England, aka the Pennines in a day; 47 miles starting at Sheffield train station and hopefully ending up at Manchester Piccadilly where we could each get an evening train home. The distance and elevation gain were actually both slightly greater than the cross Wales run, so it was going to be tough, but at least we didn't have 2ft of snow to contend with.
Join us as our battle with the treacherous icy terrain turns into a race against time to catch our respective trains home in the limited sunlight we had to play with, and don't miss the fascinating yet sombre surprise that lays waiting in the freezing baron landscape that was the journey's highest point, 620m above sea level.
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