Showing posts with label upper derwent. Show all posts
Showing posts with label upper derwent. Show all posts

Saturday, 24 November 2012

Calendar girl.

We turned over from October to November on the calendar, and there was a lovely autumnal scene around Ladybower. Sue decided that was where she'd like to go for our next walk, so I wrote the walk, and off we went. This was our first walk in Derbyshire for about five weeks, due to holidays, work commitments etc, so we were raring to go!
I decided to park on the viaduct to jig the walk start round a little. I usually park further up the reservoir. This is looking up Ladybower.
 We crossed the road, and immediately took the path up towards Crookhill farm. I really was hoping to see some mushrooms today, edible if possible, as the conditions were damp, BUT I had heard that it wasn't a good year for fungi. 
 After the initial steepness, the path eased a little. Looking back, we could see Bamford edge looking larger. This is a SUPER edge if you want pictures of the reservoir.
The twin peaks of Crook hill could be seen to our left. 
Looking back to Crook hill's distinctive peaks. 

 After all the recent wet weather, the going underfoot wad decidedly squidgy!
 We topped the rise, and took the path that runs alongside the wood. This area used to have terrible damage from four wheel drive vehicles and motorbikes, but since they were excluded, the path has recovered a lot. The view left was of the iconic lose hill to Mam tor ridge, part of the Castleton skyline walk.
 This time of the year, you can always count on gorse to add a splash of colour to an otherwise drab scene.
 We turned right to pass Lockerbrook farm and got our first glimpse of the reservoir since staring the walk. Normally, I would turn right, and go down through the woods to the Fairholme visitor centre, but that was the reason for parking in a different place - today we headed straight on, into the woods - a path I'd not walked before.
 One of my favourite photographic subjects - fungi. We'd not seen any of the edible variety, but this was a lovely bunch anyway.


 I also spotted this impressive, new bracket on a tree trunk.
 We were a week or two too late for the really splendid colours, but as the leaves had mostly fallen now, we had a warm, copper carpet to walk on.


 Just before we reached the valley and clearing, a Chinook helicopter flew by at ground level. One more minute, and I'd have got a video! We were now walking on level ground beside the Howden reservoir.
This trunk was suffering a full on attack by fungi, and it wouldn't be long before it crumbled down to earth. It looks like a grasping hand, reaching out of the ground,

Looking back to Howden dam, with water spilling over it.

 .....and forward to the Derwent dam towers
 The mighty Derwent dam. The water was rushing over Howden dam when we passed it, but it was barely trickling over the Derwent. The reservoir is brim-full, JUST.
 I usually only take photo's 'as is', but this one made a lovely subject for a sepia shot. It sort of gives the mood of this dreary, cold, damp time of they year.
 Something that we've only seen recently in the Peak District - hedge layering. Ingenious, the tall saplings are bent and chopped, and amazingly, they continue to grow, but horizontally! Less maintenance, and a thick cover for birds to nest in.
 We chose to cross to the 'quiet' side of Ladybower. It was a serene scene as we walked on the fallen leaves, the day all to ourselves.
 But, with the light fading, we reached the car. 
Looking up to Bamford, brooding over us as we left to go home. 
Our first walk for a while, and a really good day. Not bright, but dry, and for that, we were grateful.

Sunday, 12 July 2009

Alport castles, the shooting cabin and Upper derwent

Each year, a couple of friends come to our part of the world for a holiday. They live in Chicago, well, Valpariso to be correct. They have nothing like the Peak district around them, so they crave this holiday every day until it comes. Amazingly, Steve does everything by bus, and knows timetables inside out! Some places are harder to get than others, so we decided to take them to the upper Derwent valley as a treat. here they are, sitting on a log, at the end of the walk.
Do they look happy? Beleive me, they WERE
As we drove towards our starting point at Ladybower reservoir, this was the sort of view we got. How lovely to have such a good day to take Steve and Steph out.

Tranquil and calm - Ladybower at its most peaceful.

The foxglove - digitalis - one of our most beautiful, and deadly, plants.

Nothing deadly about this little beauty though!

We parked at Kings Tree, then we walked along this spur of the reservoir to join the path we would take.
The ever-present foxglove.
We intended taking them to the upper Derwent valley, and our favourite shooting lodge for lunch but first, they had never seen Alport castles, so a short detour was planned to include this landmark. The pull up the steep hill and over the moors was good.
Approaching the top, and the view.
It hides itself until the VERY LAST minute - then.........WHAM!
The 'castles' (dark, in foreground) and looking down the Alport valley.

Looking up the Alport valley towards Kinder scout.
After staying to admire the views, we dropped back down the climb to rejoin the path that goes up to the shooting cabin.
On the way, we passed through some lovely coniferous forest.

The views on the path up to the top of the moors.
We eventually got to the cabin at JUST the right time - lunchtime!
We duly signed the visitors book in the shooting cabin.
Not exactly Chatsworth, but always a welcome sight!
It MUST be summer - Steve is taking his trouser bottoms off!
Our picnic on the cabin 'verandah'.
The moors.
We saw a clutch of young grouse.
Mum was close by, clucking away, as mums do!
The small bridge just above slippery stones, with Steve, Sue & Steph.

Steph takes our picture.
I reckon Sue was a spaniel in a former life - she just LOVES water, and can't resist it.
A cuddle at slippery stones bridge, which was taken apart, stone by stone, and rebuilt when the reservoirs were flooded.

As we approached the car, a low-flying helicopter came screaming down the valley. I just managed to catch a shot of it before it was gone!
A last view back of Howden reservoir.
And the turrets of Howden dam.