It was cold. Really cold and dark. Who would have thought that we would get snowed in Peak District in March?
I met Olga and Kamil when we moved to Manchester. Despite Kamil's provocative look, I must admit, he must be the most normal and down to earth peson I've met since my arrival.
They took me to Peak District to have a stroll. Weridly, we found ourselves at the top of Mam Tor where we barely moved through the blizzard. Happily, we made it to the cafe where we tried ourselves and got back safely, after 5 hours of trying to get out via mountains,