So April 2012 me and a couple of friends decided to trek on to the moors near Eyam in the peak district and get super high.

The day was pretty nice when we set off not sunny but warm enough for just a jumper. 

So we set up camp and proceeded to get excessively stoned. We stayed up until about three am chatting shit and laughing until we noticed the sides of the tent were sagging inwards (for like half an hour we argued about whether the tent was shrinking or we were growing) until Vincent went out for a piss…

This is when it happened… We just heard him giggling and shouting us…

We went out and everything was white… Snow up to our bollocks.

Too scared of freezing to death in our sleep or being buried in snow we decided to have another smoke, get our shit together and make a trip back into village…

Worst mistake I’ve ever made it was pitch black, freezing cold, we were stoned off our tits and needed to make a pretty much vertical climb down having only barbed wire to hold on to.

Me and Manage to make the climb successfully and we’d just got to the road when we heard Griff falling from about half way up to near the bottom where he hit a tree, his bag left where he started falling from…

He fetched his bag and climbed back down. In total this took us about two hours to make it to the village but being that it was like five in the morning, nothing was open so we waited in a bus stop, shivering and smoking until the tea shop opened and a kindly old woman took us in let us sit in front of her fire and gave use toast and tea for free because we had bus fair home and nothing else. We spent all day there until the buses were running again.

Best and worst camping trip ever.

We return to the same spot every time we get good weather.