This is a BBC Radio 4 download. You're listening to me. Claire Balding with another edition of ramblings.

It's one of those days where you cannot tell whether it's foggy or drizzly or it hasn't, the day just hasn't really woken up.

It's very, very grey overhead. And it's sitting low that mist is.

I'm in Derbyshire.

One of the most beautiful landscapes in the country,

so I'm hoping to lift.

But luckily, shining like a neon light against the grey sky

are the yellow berets of the Hucklow Howlers,

a team of friends who have spent their years running and now walking together

and they've met up in great Hucklow, as they often do. Hello, good morning. I just say it's

lucky you're wearing the yellow because of the day. I mean, you know, that means I can see you.

We won't get lost on the malls then. No. Well, we won't lose each other. We might still get lost as a group. Yes, that's true. We won't get lost on the malls then. No.

Well, we won't lose each other.

We might still get lost as a group.

We won't lose each other, which is good.

So we're heading off from Great Hucklow.

Angela, I'm going to grab you because you know where we're going.

This is your home patch, isn't it? Yes, this is my village, that this horde of women invaded most summers. They ran here from where they lived,

Whaley Bridge area. It's about 13 miles, I believe. This is part of a series on historic walks.

And I know this is historic for all of you because it's your 25th anniversary, is that right?

Lynn, hello. Were you an original Hucklow howler?

I certainly was, yes. Why are you called that, by the way?

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