I've been moaning for most of the winter as it seems that all we've had when out hiking, has been grey and dull days. It's been a rainy couple of months and I can't remember the last time that I didn't have to clean my boots after a walk!
Well thankfully today was different, we had a lovely sunny day forecast so just had to make the most of it. That said, the boot cleaning scenario was no different; it takes longer for the mud of the last few months to become more solid underfoot especially on the moors and beneath the shelter of the tree canopy.
Just myself and Malc out today, Donna was at home after a busy couple of days at work and had suggested that I get out for a walk, but by the time I'd decided to go it was 8pm Friday night so a little late to round up a group of us.
We were parked up and booted up at 8am, and left the car-park out along Baslow Edge. The sun was rising to the left of us, and a pastel pink sky on the right. I had my 70-200mm lens on the camera in full expectation of seeing the Highland Cattle, but it wasn't until the end of the walk that we came across them and they were all walking off in the opposite direction so as not to disturb them, I didn't bother tramping across the heather to get in front of them just for a few photos.
The route took as along Baslow Edge, then left at Weillington's Monument, over Bar Brook and across the moor to Birchen Edge where we took in the gorgeous views over the valley with the Derwent River winding it's way along the bottom. We then headed back uphill, and then downhill again just below Gardoms Edge before yet again heading back uphill over Jack Flat and back to Baslow Edge.
This last 200m or so was very steep and it was such a relief when I reached the top and daylight. To say I was heavy breathing a little would be an understatement! All that was left was a steady walk back along the main path to the car-park at Curbar Gap. It had only been 6.5 miles and a 3.5hr walk but with all the ups and downs it was definitely a workout, at least it was for a 56 year old who some might say (ok I do) is carrying rather too much timber. To the next time.
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