Let's just say things got a little hairy. The wind howled, the rain poured, and I'm pretty sure I saw a few sheep laughing at us. The climb became less about enjoying the scenery and more about just trying to stay upright. There were moments when I genuinely thought this might be the end of me (okay, maybe not quite the end, but definitely the end of my dignity).

After battling the elements for a while, we made the wise decision to abandon the next ascent of Chrome Hill. Pride be damned, survival was the priority! And that's when we were so grateful we took this one on with our amazing friends Laura, David and Luna. A mini rescue mission ensued, with the Spare human/David suddenly became not so spare, expertly guiding us back down the treacherous slopes, retrieving my backpack for me after I launched it into the abyss (hey, it was the backpack, or me!!).

We're eternally grateful for his help – he saved us from becoming a feature on the local news, even if my backpack was returned with one or two suspect items he found on the hill that were definitely not mine 😂🫣.

Despite the near-death experience (ahem!), we actually had a pretty fun adventure. There's something about facing adversity with friends that creates a unique bond. We laughed, we slipped, we cursed the weather, and we celebrated our eventual (and slightly soggy) return to safety. It's always a good day out when you're with good company, even if that day involves a near-disaster on a Derbyshire hill.