We are trying to figure out what we should do about our proposed trip to the Peak District.

We had planned to leave on Saturday, camp here (a farm near Bakewell) and climb here.

The area looks very beautiful. Lots to see and do; for instance, we are keen to visit Chatsworth, which was used as the setting for Pemberley in the film version of Pride and Prejudice.

And we have a fair amount of time to play with, since Bobby booked Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday off work.

But.

Bobby still feels quite sick and weak. There's absolutely no way he'd be able to climb, for instance. And, I have to confess, I don't feel all that great either. I am still quite achy, and I seem to tire easily.

Stephen doesn't want to come with us. He is desperate to amass as much money as he can before college starts at the end of the month, so he doesn't want to miss out on any of his last two weeks of work. And there is a party that he wants to go to on Sunday evening. He is adamant that he would be able to - in fact, would love to - stay here on his own. While he is quite a responsible kid - I can't see him letting his friends trash the place, or throwing scary parties - I think that he would probably get a lot more lonely without us than he thinks he would. Five days is a long time. And would he eat sensible food, or would it all be pot noodles and soda?

So, two strikes against going. Factor the weather forecast in - it's supposed to be chilly, and rain pretty much every day - and it seems like maybe we should just give the trip a miss.

But.

The weather forecasts here are notoriously inaccurate.

The girls are still keen to go.

We're going to a wedding in Exeter the weekend of the 26th/27th, so if we don't go now, we'd have to wait till the next school holidays, in October, by which time it may well be too cold for camping in the Peak District.

If we don't go, it'll be a waste of Bobby's leave. I fear we'd end up hanging around at home catching up on laundry and watching DVDs and getting bored and irritable. And there'd be the nagging feeling that if we'd just bitten the bullet and gone it would have all worked out just fine, so we'd have given up a perfectly nice trip for nothing.

I am really not sure what to do. So if you have a convincing argument either way, feel free to share it.