Gardoms edge

The snow came again, not so much this time, but still enough to cover the ground.
With a lot of water around and the fields soggy, we decided to go up on the edges, but which one should we choose?
We chose Gardoms edge, a short, little known, but lovely edge between
Birchen edge, and Baslow edge.

We're off to Scotland next Monday, the Isle of Arran, to be precise.

We'll be there for a week, so I'm hoping to get some really good pictures.
Anyway, back to this week. We parked in the car park next to the Robin Hood pub,
and set off over a stile and up towards Gardoms edge.

There's a small outcrop of rocks, and just for a change, it was
Sue who went up for the photocall.

Here she is again, with Birchen edge behind her.
Looking west, from the start of Gardoms edge. There was a very significant
archaeological find on Gardoms. You can read more about it here;
http://www.gardoms-edge.group.shef.ac.uk/Garmenu.htm

We're right on the top of the edge now, and looking across the valley to
where our walk is headed, Baslow edge.

A rocky, snowy view from Gardoms edge.

A little snow-woman!

And a gnome, sitting on a rock ;-)

At the end of Gardoms edge, we dropped down to the A623 road via
these snowy steps.

We crossed the road, and made our way, via the old Packhorse road, up
to the Wellington monument. It looks very stark in this winter setting.

A seat with a really good view, perfect for a picnic, (in better weather).

We turned right along Baslow edge, to pass the Eagle stone,

and headed for Curbar gap.

Curbar edge, from Baslow edge.

Curbar gap is in front of us, between the two.

The lovely skeleton of the countryside, as mapped out by the walls.
Looking across the Baslow valley to Bramley.

I really like these footpath signs.
Thanks, Peak & Northern footpath society;
http://www.peakandnorthern.org.uk/

We threaded our way through sometimes frozen, sometimes soggy ground,
below Birchen edge and back to the car. We passed this herd of
beautiful Highland cows on the way.

A fearless Sue wanted to cuddle one, but they weren't up for it.

We were soon back at the car, and although only six miles
we felt we had stretched our legs for Arran.

Roaches & Whillans hut

This post is dedicated to Ken Cross, a very good friend I made early in my walking life, who, with Pat, his wife, had the best youth hostel I've ever stayed in, which is at Penycym, on the Pembrokeshire Coastal Path (diary here);

http://walkdiaries.blogspot.com/2006/07/pembrokeshire-coastal-path-diary-les.html

Ken passed away last week, after several battles with cancer during his later life.

We thought he was indestructable, he beat it that many times.

Seems not, but, for me, his memory always will be.

For Ken.

As the ground was VERY sodden underfoot, we decided to walk somewhere a bit firm today, and chose the Roaches, in Staffordshire. One of the reasons was that I'm reading 'The Villain', which is Don Whillans biography. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Don_Whillans He was a famous climber who cut his teeth on the rocks of the Roaches, and named many routes up there. The BMC hut there is dedicated to him, so I thought I'd go and see it, and take a few picture.

This is Ramshaw rocks, an outcrop not far from the Roaches,
and very dramatic-looking as you approach from the Longnor road.

We parked on the road just below the Roaches, so we had instant access to them.
First, though, we walked up to 'Rockhall Cottage'.

Here it is, built into the side of, and actually INTO the rocks.


This bit is the kitchen - amazing!
The view from it is pretty amazing too.
Tittesworth reservoir.

We soon climbed up the lower slopes of the Roaches, and looked across to Hen Cloud.
Ramshaw rocks is beyond these.

This is Doxey pool. A very eerie and strange thing.
There's a bit of a write-up about it here; http://www.lancett.co.uk/doxey.htm
They say no birds sing up here, and do you know - I don't think I've ever heard any!
The water is black and forbidding. I've paddled a short way in - but then lost my bravado, and backed out!
The level of it ALWAYS seems to be the same, it never overflows, and never gets any lower - even in drought conditions.

The sky was a mish-mash of sun and cloud, and gave some super light conditions.

This photo was taken at the same time as the previous one -

and just look how perfect the sky looks?

Fabulous!

It was REALLY cold on the top, but exhilarating and enjoyable.

The dish of Jodrell Bank could be seen clearly, and as the space shuttle had been launched this morning, we wondered if it was tracking it.

There were STILL some deep snow drifts up here,

even after the mild temperatures of late.

We saw all SORTS of weather while we were on the Roaches.
This was a snow/hail storm. We got it a little, but not much.
We watched it turn the opposite hillside white, while we 'basked' in sunshine.

The trig' point on top of the Roaches,
with Shutlingsloe behind.

Susie tops out.

I found a rock to climb on and take in the view.

The path down past bear rocks from Roach end.

At the bottom, we sat and opened a flask of coffee, which Sue had prepared this morning.
After I took my first sip, I could taste she had added a nip of brandy to it, bless her :-)
We sat in the lee of a wall, protected from the cutting wind, and ate our lunch.

We made our way towards 'hangingstone rock', where many a poor soul has looked out over this
lovely landscape for the last time, before being pushed off to their doom.
You can just see the rock jutting out at the end of this ridge.
We had planned to go as far as the rock, but a look at the watch told
me it was time to turn back, or we would run out of light.

The now lowering sun gave superb shadows to the drystone walls,
and the southern face of Shutlingsloe.

Yes, yes, alright!

The lovely skies now mellowed and softened.
This sort of view always makes me sigh with contentment.

The sun now casting its final rays through the trees, we made our way down to the car.

Hen cloud, in the red light of the evening sun.

Rockhall cottage too.

What a super way to end our day - mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!