Evening on Bamford Edge

There was a time, not so long ago. Where all that would have mattered to me last night would have been to sit in a pub, getting slowly rat arsed, shouting, swearing, singing……
At the box in the corner, showing 11 men playing football against another 11 men who represented a different country…..
It was very, very important to me that the 11 men who represented my country defeated the other…..
Because then I could drink loads of beer and be happy rather than drink loads of beer and be depressed….

I stopped doing that…..
And found something that makes me happy all the time…..
So last night, I headed to Bamford Edge for a wander on another hot sunny evening.

In my 28 years of living in this country this is the best summer I’ve ever seen and I’m enjoying every moment of it 🙂

Evidence of barbecues on the bank above Cutthroat Bridge Car Park, not great, this area is ready to go up in flames at any moment.

A visit to the stone circle on Hordron Edge then off for some nav practice across Bamford Moor. I get it wrong quite a lot…..
I’m not paying enough attention to what I can see……
The path is always clear if you look closely enough… …

Finally I make it through the moorland to Bamford Edge……
The views open up….
The beautiful cloud patterns in the sky….
The sun shining down on Ladybower below…..

This, right here, is why I’m here……
The world around us, is so beautiful……
How could I want to be anywhere else but here….
This, right here, fills me with more happiness than anything the TV box shows us……

I wander along the edge……
Venturing out onto the crags…..
Watching the rock climbers as they test themselves………
The sun dropping down towards the hills……
I find myself somewhere to stop for my tea…..
Sat on a rock……
Enjoying the beautiful views and the quiet……..

Then time to return…..
The mole on the path scurrying around, looking for it’s hole……
I watch for awhile….

Getting back to the car just before it got dark……

Turn on the radio, England have won……
Fantastic, but I’m turning you off again…..
I don’t need to hear anything more……
I’m going to drive home, in peace, enjoying the evening I’ve just had 🙂

Take the time to get outside, the world is beautiful and she has so much to offer us if we go be with her ♡♡♡

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Discovering the Howgills

I’ve not been able to blog much recently, moving house has taken over my life for the last few months. Thankfully I’ve still been able to get outside regularly.

Saturday’s adventures come from the Howgills, I’ve often looked at this area on maps and thought “I must go there some day” but I’ve never made it until now.
What an area for walking, I see 3 people all day and the rest of the time I had it all to myself 🙂

Starting from the lay by near the Cross Keys outside Sedbergh I took the path to Cautley Spout but instead of heading up to the falls I headed up the short, steep climb to Bowderdale Head. At the top of the climb a large grass valley opened up before me, surrounded by imposing hills. It was beautiful, such a remote and peaceful place.

Following Bowderdale Beck through the pathless grass to the foot of Ram’s gill where I broke for lunch. Sunny day, blue skies, stream flowing next to me and birds singing. The perfect lunch spot. Life definitely doesn’t get much better than this.

It was at this point that it became apparent that I’d clearly bought Crazy Matt out for the day as I decided not to follow the nice easy path upwards but instead opted for the more direct route.
Straight up Ram’s Gill.

Had a look, yep this seems like a great idea.

It was hard work. My legs were burning. My feet were begging to have somewhere flat to rest.
It seemed to go on forever but I got to the point where turning back just wasn’t an option so ploughed on.
Eventually the gradient became much less steep and I was just on a gentle slope upwards through bog towards the Dales High Way. I was overjoyed to be in bog and no longer have my legs screaming at me that they were going to kill me while I slept tonight.
Joined the Dales High Way and headed to the summit of Hazelgill Knot for some absolutely stunning panoramic views.

Then headed back the way I had come to the summit of The Calf. I just didn’t want to come down, it really is so beautiful up there.

Crazy Matt then turned up again and said “This descent looks interesting”. I know what “interesting” means but I still thought “yeah let’s go for it”

Dropping down by Force Gill Beck and Red Gill Beck towards Cautley Spout. A lovely walk, stream flowing beside me, sun in the sky. I’d clearly made the right decision.

Then I get to Cautley Spout.
“Ooh that’s a steep drop”

The path down by the waterfall is probably called “Suicide Drop” and it may well have had a sign up calling it that but the sign dropped into the abyss years ago.

It was steep, near vertical would describe it best.
The drop down the waterfall to the right certainly made sure my whole focus was on getting down.
My knees screamed at me.
Hands were used, a lot.
It was slow, slow going.

I was so happy when I finally made it to the bottom.
I’m not sure I want to repeat that descent anytime soon but what a fantastic day out.

A Wander by Head torch 

After two days and nights of New Year’s celebrations we both desperately needed to get outside. Getting up late on New Year’s Day though meant this would have to be a head torch walk.  I really enjoy walking at night, it’s a whole new experience.  Familiar walks can be experienced in a whole new way, the sounds are all entirely new ones as the nocturnal creatures go about their business under the cover of darkness.  Most of all no one else,except these two daft buggers from Yorkshire, is out at night so you get the paths to yourselves.

We’re on holiday in Cornwall at the moment so we looked at a map and decided on the half hour drive to Lizard Point for a short wander. 

Parking up near the lighthouse, opening the car door suggested this could be fun.  The wind was fighting against me as I pushed to get the door open. Well there won’t be any cobwebs left to blow away after this one, hopefully nothing else blows away at the same time. 

After getting kitted up we headed down the path to Lizard Point. The path descending downwards to the sea with a brilliant , near full, moon rising behind us and the powerful waves crashing against the rocks below. Passing the UK’s most southerly cafe, we rounded the corner to be met by the strong wind trying desperately to lift us off our feet. Continuing on a bit further downwards to watch the waves before deciding to return to the cliff top path and following that round, past the lighthouse towards Housel Bay.

The wind was much calmer around this side and as we arrived at the bay we turned off the headtorches to sit and enjoy the beauty of the waves crashing below us.  

This is the beautiful part of a walk in the dark, when you turn all artificial light off and immerse yourself in the beauty around you.  The waves below, the moon and stars above.  

Beautiful, just beautiful.  Hello 2018, you look absolutely gorgeous.

A Weekend of Winter – Higger Tor

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The weather had taken another turn to winter towards the end of the week and temperatures were plummeting. With snow falling in the Peak District and more to come there wasn’t really much decision making to do about which area I’d be walking in this weekend. Both days were spent in the Dark Peak and what fun they were.

Saturday I drove down with the idea of returning to Higger Tor again, where I’d walked just a few weeks ago, this week it would be covered in the white stuff. Driving into the Peak from Owler Bar, Sheffield it was obvious I was in for a good day. The snow was everywhere, roads thankfully were nice and clear though and parking was easy as it seemed only crazy people were out today.

Parking up at Surprise View car park I got kitted up with the snow still coming down, a quick check I had everything in my pack and it was time to head into the hills. The climb up to Higger Tor was on paths that had become very icy, I did have crampons in my bag but didn’t think them necessary today. At least I had the option though if needed.

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The short climb down from Over Owler Tor was a tad slippy in places but plenty of conveniently placed rocks provided effective hand holds to assist. Then it was onto Higger Tor itself, skidding along the hidden ice and then being passed by a large group of runners who seemed happy to continue at a fast pace despite slipping around, see only the crazies were here today.

The path up to the summit was again quite slippy but there was plenty of fresh snow in places that assisted with the ascent and didn’t make it too tricky. A quick scramble up the rocks on the West side and I was there, along with very few other people. The views down into the valley were obscured by the cloud and snow today but it made a nice change to be up here and have it mostly to myself for once.

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A brief stop at the summit and then it was time for the descent, sliding my way down to Upper Burbage Bridge, before beginning the return journey over Burbage Moor to Burbage Bridge, sometimes these names make me feel like I’m walking through a chapter in Lord of the Rings, Gollum didn’t pop up from behind any rocks to start gabbling on about his precioussss though thankfully.

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Then across the road to Padley where I couldn’t help myself and stopped to build a snowman. I think it’s an epic masterpiece and shows great promise. I’m happy to take orders for future snow sculpting projects all at very reasonable prices. You best get in quick though because I expect the queues to be out the door with this level of artistry on display.

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After spending hours on the snowman (ok maybe it was only five minutes) I followed the stream back and then up over Owler Tor and back to my car.

An absolutely fantastic day and it’s great to have winter here again and finally a winter where the ground is frozen and I’m not wading through inches of mud. Maybe we’re gonna have a good one this year.

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Book Review – The Last Hillwalker by John D Burns

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Every so often a book comes along that grabs you immediately and just won’t let go. The pages come alive in your hands and every word speaks to you. This is one of those books.

A thoroughly enjoyable read about the authors life spent in the hills and mountains. His love of being in the outdoors leaps off the page and reminds me exactly why I love being outdoors and the feelings I get when I’m out there enjoying an adventure.

I was grabbed from the first page where the author opens in the middle of a perilous ice climb. You’re immediately transported to the cliffs and the tension and danger can be felt so clearly as you read. In the first paragraph I knew this was a book I was going to enjoy and I wasn’t to be disappointed.

From the streets of Merseyside to the Lake District Fells and then onto winter mountaineering in Scotland and Europe. The progression of the authors outdoor experiences are illustrated with well written descriptions of mishaps and great achievements in his outdoor career. The writing transports you to the mountain side with him, you feel the snow under your feet and the ice axe in your hand. There are moments of great tension and danger and also real laugh out loud moments. His joy at being in the hills shines from the page.

At the time of writing I’m waiting to receive the latest copy of TGO Magazine to see if this book has won the Book of the year award, if it hasn’t then the book that does win must be pretty special as this book was superb and one of my favourite reads of the year.

If you haven’t already, go out and buy this book now, but be prepared to lose a day or two as you won’t be able to put it down till you’ve finished.

 

Walking In a Winter Wonderland

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Don’t tell my boss but we’re at the time of year where I spend most of my working week keeping an eye on the excellent Mountain Weather Information Service  and checking the weather charts provided by Netweather . When I’m not doing either of those things you will most likely find me looking longingly at webcams of our various mountain regions, yes the winter months are a very productive time for me at work.

The reason for this fascination with the weather is that I’m hoping for a proper winter to appear, one with ice, snow and all the fun that brings. This week, I wasn’t to be disappointed. Friday night into Saturday looked like providing some good snowy conditions in the Western side of the Peak District so Saturday afternoon I headed off to Castleton for some winter fun, the view that opened up to me as I drove past Longshaw showed I wasn’t to be disappointed. The Peak was wearing it’s winter coat.

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Leaving Castleton I hiked up through the mud to the South East ridge of Mam Tor where the snowline began. Mam Tor, as always, was very busy and the climb up the South East ridge was a slushy muddy mess which offered no winter fun but a good chance of a slip in the mud on the steep climb up. There was no fun to be had here so I opted to traverse around the base of Mam Tor, walking through fresh, untouched snow towards Rushup Edge instead. Rushup Edge is fantastic, offering great views of Kinder Scout and the Edale valley, but is often overlooked as the crowds head instead to the summit of Mam  Tor and the Great Ridge instead.

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The snow showed others had come this way already but there was still plenty of snow on the ground to enjoy for my first real winter fun of the season. Heading upwards I had beautiful views behind me of the Great Ridge and the views over Kinder soon opened themselves up. It was fantastic to see the Peak looking so spectacular.

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The wind was vicious, whipping snow and hail into my face and , as i was walking into the wind, it made it very difficult to look up, every time I did my face would sting from the blows. Despite being well covered the weather was proving to be challenging.

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I continued on up to Lords Seat, enjoying the views before me. The green of the Edale valley and the white of Kinder Scout, also spotting the threatening clouds heading my way from Kinder, there was another storm on the way,

Being late in the afternoon it was now time to return, I decided to do this over the fresh snow rather than the paths I’d taken earlier. This gave me a surprise as I sunk up to my hips in a hole beneath the snow, thankfully it wasn’t bog. The wind was picking up and getting increasingly difficult to walk in, then the cloud descended and the snow and hail picked up making for an interesting descent. I had been taking my right glove off all day to take pictures on my phone but it had got to the point where my hand was so cold the phone couldn’t detect I was touching it, any more pictures were out of the question in this wind. It was now impossible to look into the wind as it stung the face too much, but then, as quickly as it had started, the storm stopped and the skies cleared again to reveal a glow to the sky behind me, and yes, my fingers worked once more.

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The final part of the descent was polished ice, the lady in front of me chose to slide down it sitting down rather than risk walking it. I couldn’t be bothered with putting crampons on for a short section of path so instead chose a completely different descent that had fresh, untrodden snow. It was a longer way around but there was no chance of causing myself an injury.

The return journey to the car was done through Winnats Pass in the dark, with heavy snow falling.

What a beautiful taste of winter, more of this please .

 

Back On The Grit

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After Saturday’s exertions I decided Sunday’s adventures would be of a more relaxed kind. I wanted to have a good walk without the need for map reading or any concerns about the weather so I headed back to the Dark Peak.

The Dark Peak is one of my favourite areas for walking mainly because I’ve spent a lot of time here so know the paths well, it’s gritstone country so even in the wet your boots grip onto the rock (none of that soapiness of limestone) and it’s near my Mother-in-laws house so I’ve got an excuse to pop in for Sunday dinner after the walk 🙂

There was no planning involved in this walk at all, all my planning this week had been for Blencathra on Saturday so this one was just going to be one I made up on the day. Driving down I had 2 options in my head, Curbar Gap for a wander on the Edges there (always fantastic views) or the short climb up Higger Tor near Hathersage and see where my boots took me from there.

Higger Tor won. So I parked up at Surprise View above Hathersage, a very popular place to park as the views of the valley below are spectacular without even having to do any walking to earn them. It really is a most fantastic place to come and experience the beauty of the Peak, with views down into the Hope valley and onto Mam Tor and the Great Ridge

Boots on I went through the gate at the back of the car park and begin the gentle climb up. Stopping to scramble around on the rocks that feature in this area in abundance. A climb up Mother cap was out though as there was already plenty of people having a go on that one.

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A stroll across Hathersage Moor and then a short climb up Higger Tor, finishing off with a new route by scrambling up some rocks to the top to enjoy the views down into the valley below. I love this walk, it’s so straightforward and accessible to all, you get a real feeling of openness but it’s so easy to get to.

After cavorting on the rocks on Higger Tor (I do get a childlike enjoyment from scrambling around on rocks) I headed down to Upper Burbage Bridge. This is where I noticed that my left knee really wasn’t happy with descents today. Each step was hard work and i uttered a few curses and yelps of pain as I headed downwards. I can only assume that my mountain adventures the day before had had an impact on my body and it was telling me that in no uncertain terms. This would be  a feature of my walk for the rest of the day, as my  knee got more and more painful.

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I returned via the path below Burbage Moor and onto the stream flowing through Padley, by this point any step down even a small incline was painful and I was starting to wish I’d abandoned the walk earlier.

Then the beauty of nature unfolded in front of me. As I followed the path through the trees, alongside the stream a beautiful sunset revealed itself to me.

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Moments like these are why I walk. Isn’t nature just so amazing? Every moment with her is just so beautiful but then you get those really special moments that make you so happy to be alive.

I live for those moments and I want to experience more of them!

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