We’ve had several comments for how lucky we’ve been with the weather for the walks. Well, by contrast this one started out as a Grade A Grey Day, with cloud down below a thousand feet in places. (In some of those places, we were walking at above a thousand feet.) Nevertheless, a good (well spaced) walk ensued…
There’s a small stone circle on the fringes of Ludworth Moor. Since this isn’t marked on the map, we reckon it must be the current meeting place of the Mill Brow chapter of the Druids of Great Britain. We’re sure Clive and Val will know.
You don’t have to be unsociable to live in such a remote spot, but it helps.
We didn’t meet many people on the walk, but here, at Near Slack, a chap got out of a car wearing a dressing gown. This seemed to be quite normal.
Long Clough runs from Glossop up to the middle of nowhere.
This is the bit furtherst from Glossop.
We headed towards Kinder, then veered off. This was the best view we got.
(This will remind Bloss of a Pink Floyd album.)
This fine red grouse posed on a bridge until Stuart got a bit close.
It then flew off in the direction of the shooting cabin. (Further evidence of an unequal battle, since the birds are even out-thought by the men with guns.)
Fine view of Lantern Pike.
(On a previous walk, there was a reciprocal view.)
I have to say, I don’t care for your altitude.
The walk ended in longing glances at the Royal Hotel. Normally we would have entered and drunk heartily. (“Three pints of Heartily, please, Landlord.”)