Showing posts with label Peak District. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Peak District. Show all posts

Sunday, 18 September 2011

Last Blog 2nd August

Last blog 2/8/11

I have certainly missed out on blogging for a long time. It is an activity that I quite enjoy and it might be a useful way to remember some of the lessons learned in previous years. Learning is, for me a very important activity and, these days, more important than teaching. After all, who wants to take any notice of a grumpy old man, who is entrenched in the philosophy of the good old days.

My poor blogging record lies in the slowness by which I prepare the images from the raw camera data.
However, here goes. Well nearly. I am reflecting on a comment that my photography aims for technical perfection, but is a ‘were I’ve been’ genre. I am considering a portfolio called ‘The Best of ‘Where I’ve Been’’. Hoping I have the correct collection of apostrophe/quotation marks. Perhaps I would better to format it to “The Best of ‘Where I’ve Been’”. Still looks ugly.

23rd July - Cossall and the Nottingham Canal


This was the day that we discovered a magical world on our doorstep. Just 10 minutes drive from here is a car park near the village of Cossall. From the car park; alongside the disused Nottingham Canal is an easy walk. At each boundary along the walk the canal changes its character in a very clear way. There was a great deal of colour along the walk, wild life, industrial archaeology; although the town of Ilkeston was only a few fields away. The down side was that there were no cafes or toilets. The latter made for an interesting challenge of finding a secluded spot.

Disused railway viaduct
Heron taking flight
Bull rushes

28th July - Dale Abbey and Stanton Hall
This was my first visit to Margaret Cornish in her new care home. We decided to combine the visit with a quick walk in Dale Abbey. We have never seen the ground so dry. Most any other time we have been there has been some mud somewhere. Today the driest areas had turned to sand. However even the dry ground did not deter an odd frog from crossing our path.
Frog
Path

Margaret is now resident in Stanton Hall, which is a large house standing in its own grounds.
Stanton Hall
  3rd August - Millers Dale

This must have been one of the best days of the summer. We headed to Millers Dale with a view to walking along the River Wye to Litton Mill. It was one of the few times this year that we have paid to park. At least there was toilet stop at the start, but no nearby tea room. The walk goes over one of two massive viaducts over the Wye, along the old track bed before dropping down the bank, across the Wye (http://www.derbyshireuk.net/river_wye.html) to Litton Mill. I had visited this area some years before with a school party. At that time we were walking in the much seasonal Peak District rain and we sheltered in a dilapidated building at this spot. Now the buildings have been converted into luxury apartments and holiday homes.

Litton Mill Apartments
Cressbrook Mill and Mill Pond
Sluice Control
Mill Pond Outflow
We arrived at the Mill to find that here the developers had taken over and the refreshment rooms had been closed and looked very dilapidated even though it was not so long ago since our first visit to Monsall Dale. So, we scrambled up to look over Monsall Dale to have the picnic that we are now in the habit of carrying.

Our final stop before the car was ‘The Anglers Rest’ which is charming and close by the river. Here Irene encountered Crabbies alcoholic ginger beer for the first time and enjoyed it. From here it was quite a struggle to climb back up to the main track back to the station.


We did conclude that the map and walk directions for this walk were pretty good.

17th August – Illam 

This walk day was almost as bright a day as the last one and the walk was superb. The writer of the walk was once more accurate in the write up and the map. Unsure of the area and having parked for free on the road side we wondered off towards Ilam Hall (http://peakdistrict.nationaltrust.org.uk/ilam-hall).This turned out to be a good decision. The hall is now a youth hostel in a stately house building in a wonderful park. Refreshment were good and a good value which we took on the terrace overlooking the hill around the River Dove.
Tea on the Terrace

A View From the Terrace
We walked past the cottages modelled after Swiss cottages. Apparently, a former owner of the hall was so impressed by his visit to Switzerland that he had the buildings visible from the hall demolished and replaced by Swiss style buildings.


Swiss Style Cottages

 The walk took us over fields towards the Dove Dale car park. There was a slight difference between the instructions and the walk. But, this was not serious.

When we arrived at the river we realised that this was truly the Summer holidays. Cars were queuing to get in and we were in crowds headed towards the stepping stones were we had to queue to cross.

Stepping Stones Over the Dove
On our two previous visits, out of school holidays we practically had the place to ourselves. We had thought to have our picnic and return from there, but we had made good time and decided to complete the walk. Fortunately, after crossing the Dove our route took us away from the crowds, around the back of Thorpe Cloud. This meant walking from the confluence of the River Lynn and the River Dove up to the source of the smaller river. Here we found a small cave. Below the cave the ground was deeper green with water plants. Above the cave the ground was the usual moor land. This must be one of the smallest rivers as we could see the end from the beginning. (A bit God-like.)

We were not very clear about the path at the top and kept more to the right of the field than we should have done. We found a nice spot to sit and picnic before going on to the village of Thorpe and a convenient toilet stop.

Picturesque Cottages in Thorpe
 The route took us through the village and down a farm track with a surprise at the bottom of a major road bridge. We found out that a road had been built to go through to Leek, but then it was discovered that the cars of the time would not have the power to climb the incline to Thorpe.

Abandoned Road Bridge
Having crossed the River Manifold the path, sadly, took us away from the river and at one point the path would have disappeared if it had not have been for a brightly coloured, tall way marker. From here it was an easy walk down and along the river back to the car.

Sunday, 10 May 2009

Joni's Birthday and the £52,450.55 Meal

Yesterday mum and I set off to Stoke to celebrate Joni's 21st birthday a day early. We picked up Joni and Fionna from Bath Street and set off through Leek in the direction of Buxton. Once out of Leek you are in the spectacular countryside of the Peak District. We passed some amazing rock piles and then concluded that we had passed our destination. The road to Tittesworth Reservoir is poorly marked; as is the information that the visitors centre has a restuarant. It would have been good food for centre visitors, but we wanted something more birthday appropriate. So, back to the rocks or at least to 'Ye Olde Rock Inn'. It was a good pub meal in pleasant surroundings. But none of us thought that it was worth the £52,450.55 that the card machine billed us for.

We made a quick exit back to Bath Street, collected some of Joni's bits to bring home took him off to study at university. (Saturday!!!) On the way home collected compost at B and Q and home for our usual Saturday night.

Today we are selling plants, cards and framed photos at the Community Centre. We might make a little profit this time.

Then its off to St Helen's with Jan and Lawrence for the evening service.

Sunday, 21 September 2008

Curbar Edge

I will return to the Lakes. But first, the visit to Curbar Edge.

It was a spectacular warm and sunny day when we set off and it remained so throughout. Curbar Edge is just north of Baslow in the Peak District of Derbyshire. When we arrived the car park was already filling up.

Sadly, we had missed seeing the heather at its best, but the views from the top and rock shapes and textures are always impressive.


Curbar Edge

Mum managed a scramble to a higher vantage point of the valley below.


Mum At A Vantage Point

After picnicing at the Curbar Edge side we crossed over to Baslow Edge side. The views are no less spectacular.

Baslow Edge

We must remember to investigate the stone cross that only showed up in the telephoto picture of a distant rock.



The Mystery of the Cross


On the way back we stopped off for refreshments at the local hostellery. (Pub) A pot of tea and a glass of cider.

Next we stopped off at B and Q in Chesterfield. Opposite B and Q mum spotted a model shop. She went over to purchase my Ruby Wedding present. See below.


Ruby Wedding Present - A BR Morris Van and a Jensen Jen-Tug "Mechanical Horse"

Monday, 11 August 2008

Edale

If you are living in the UK you will have noticed that the weather has hit that seasonal patch called 'unsettled'. This what separates countries that have climates from this country which has weather. The planning of outdoor activities becomes impossible. Seeing as our Sunday was 'free' we decided to either go out on an adventure on Sunday or, if the weather was more suitable, call Sunday ' Monday' and go out on 'Sunday' which would really be Monday. Simple eh! No. The weather forecast wasn't helpful. So, we stuck to Sunday being Sunday and went out regardless.

We took a 90 minute drive out into the Peak District. Our route was along the M1 through the 3 year long raod works at 50 mph (no kidding), off through Chesterfield (Please not there is a Morrison with good priced petrol - Asda price.), then through Baslow up though Hathersage, Hope and Castleton.


Edale is reached by driving through Winnats Pass, which is always spectacular, around the back of Mamm Tor and up and over the ridge which separates the Hope valley from the Edale valley. We headed for Edale. It was a very different place than the one I remembered in my youth. The tourists and the pay and display had appeared. However, most tourists did dress for the occasion and displayed that air of walkers of yester-year.


With Low-pro bag loaded we set off through the village and out along the Pennine Way; which would direct many walkers to the top of Kinder Scout. This was not our intention. We were pleased to be able to walk up the Pennine Way as far as Upper Booth then back along the valley to Edale village.


The Pennine Way


Heather on the Moors

The walk was a bit like some of our experiences in New Zealand. It did rain. We did get wet. A few minutes later we were dry again. However, unlike NZ, the wind was cold, even when the sun shone. Irene suffered with cold hands and fatigue by the end of out 2 1/2 mile walk.

A picnic in the warm car and a pot of tea in Penny ... cafe revived her. We went a short walk back into the village and went into the Moorland Centre. It was a nicely done visitors centre with moorland covering the roof of the two halves of the building with water running over the transparent roof of the central hallway. We a had a short walk over the fields and back to the car.

The Moorland Centre

We made one last stop near the ridge between the valleys. The views from here are stunning.

Edale Valley with Train

We concluded that we should try to find free parking, but we are considering purchasing a season ticket. To do the Kinder Scout ascent we need to be better prepared and should start from Upper Booth car park.

Will we make it next year?

Friday, 26 October 2007

A Broken Heart

I guess that most bloggers use their blog to advertise the fact that they are well travelled. Surprise, surprise, this blog is no exception. However, it marks the beginning of a new series of travels that are the result of having more time, but being restricted by health issues as to what I can do.

Living in Nottinghamshire, not far from the Peak District, and being mad keen on digital photography, I thought that my interests might converge. But, I do confess to a vested interest in New Zealand, and so this blog will document my travels to anywhere in the world that my limited resources might take me.


I intend to start this blog at the inspirational point, namely the first heart attack of November 3rd 2006 and the event just before this.


For my 60th birthday I pursuaded my wife to let me buy a digital SLR. I had taken a few practice photos and was to use it to document my wife's birthday trip to Jersey.