The Wainwright Guides came up at lunch as Subject of the Day. Dunno why, but it did. Anyways, here's a synopsis of the long, rambling story I told about my own Pennine Way trek donkey's years ago... and how Wainwright's Pennine Way Companion became my *only* companion.
I started off at Edale with the entire Pennine Way afore me, armed with umpteen maps at 25,000 scale, lots of "improving books", spare sets (plural) of clothes, extra shoes, kagoul jacket and trousers, intact kneecaps, and plenty of resolve. Oh yes, resolve aplenty. And I of course took along a copy of the Wainwright's Pennine Way Companion, as should you, Dear Reader, 'cos it's a classic. A few days in, and my kneecaps had worn away, both feet had blistered up nicely, and the contents of my rucksack were crushing my city-slicker shoulder muscles. I was really in a sorry state. Something had to give, so I did what many of you lot will do if you ever get tackle the Pennine Way yerselves: I boxed up all unnecessary weighty, non-weighty, and featherlight items, (and squeezed out any unnecessary air from inside the rucksack)and mailed 'em home. Good riddance to the lot of it.
And second class, 'cos it's cheaper, and I wouldn't be home for a while anyways. Not at this rate.
So off went the Improving Books, most of the spare clothes, spare shoes, *all* the maps, and much much more. One of the few things to survive The Shedding was Wainwright's book, which became my *only* navigational aid for the next couple of weeks. Erm, probably not the best advice, but it worked out well for me. I remember well studying the Book (note the capitalised letter) every night before lights off, and also every morning over cooked breakfast. Never failed me, and I only got lost (erm) twice. Maybe three times.
So buy it. And do *not* use it as your only navigational aid. Only a daft sod with knackered knees, hips and shoulders would take such desperate measures...