If you get up to Flash, the highest village in Britain, drop over the hilltops and go down on to the ancient packhorse trails, you are in for a treat.
It's wild and rugged country, a place where three counties meet in the hills, once the hangout of all sorts of thieves, rouges and vagabonds. Today it was us there, with hikers, pony trekkers and a few motorbike scramblers for company (who soon cleared off).
Three Shires Head is a very special place to us. Fourteen years ago Woody asked me to marry him as we stood on that little bridge over the dark, peaty, tumbling river. Standing there today with our two chaps laughing and whooping and skimming stones into the depths, felt incredibly precious. We've come a long way and I feel luckier than I could have ever imagined.
Happy Valentine's weekend one and all xxx
