The Old Nags Head

My next journal entry takes place 3 days later, but I'll fill in the blanks for you now.

I woke up the next day feeling fresh and toothpaste minty. 

I gathered my things and said good-bye to Keith, my hostel room-mate for the night.
I was back at the train station and I went into Marks&Spencer to equip myself with food for the next few days. After browsing for a while I picked up the essentials: bread, pasta, jam (GOOD) and vegetables.
I also bought myself one of those triangular sandwiches with egg&cress for my 3 hour train ride. I had only 10 min to catch the next train from Sheffield to Edale, and my train to Sheffield was 6 min late. also I had no clue to where the train is departing from, and there were more than 4 platforms to choose from.
by sheer luck I managed to board the train a second after they actually closed the doors.

In Edale:

I've found myself a nice patch of grass at the camping site, unpacked my tent and was off to the only pub there -

"The old nags head" - it also marks the beginning of the trail. had a couple of pints and a jacket potato with baked beans.

The place was kinda of empty which was disappointing, though the beer was good ('Nags black') so I quickly found myself back in my tent.

and tomorrow is D-day, I'm excited, but I'm also starting to miss home and my friends. 

I'm tired, and there is no signal here, so I can't phone home.

Jack Dee moment:

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