Lands End to John O'Groats - 2010

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Day 28

 

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Sunday, 30 May 2010 - Hathersage to Flouch

 

 

Weather:

Mostly sunny with strong cold winds

Accommodation:

Hotel B&B (£30)

Aches:

Right shoulder sore, right knee a bit sore on descents

Kilometres Travelled Today:

31.0km

Total Kilometres Travelled:

885.7km

Nutrition:

English breakfast; fruit cake and Mars Bar for lunch; Sunday roast for dinner

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Journal:
Spectacular scenery, all day.

I slept in and didn't have breakfast until after 9am and didn't leave the hotel until just after 10am on a dry and sunny day.

My walk began with a stiff climb across sheep pastures and past some beautiful historic houses up to Stanage Edge and the moors.  There was a very strong cold wind blowing, which soon had me stopping to put my Goretex top on to stay warm.  The scenery down into the valley and along the limestone bluffs of Stanage Edge was superb.

My early walking was interrupted by a scary accident.  I was walking fairly closely behind a couple about my age, when I caught up to them as they negotiated a very high stile.  It was very much like a steep step ladder straddling a wire fence and was going to be a challenge.  Anyway the woman cautiously made her way over, then the guy was descending the other side when a rung broke away and he fell quite some distance on the side where the cliff was, and landed heavily on his arm and shoulder.  He was wearing a pack and had the wind knocked out of him.  His partner and I both rushed to his aid and, after some careful examination and a few minutes, he recovered his equilibrium and seemed not to have broken anything.  If the fall had happened on the side we came from, the cliff fell away quite steeply and he would have rolled down and who knows what would have happened.  They continued their day hike and seemed OK.

There were lots of other walkers out and also some climbers on the rocky bluffs.  The path followed the very edge of Stanage Edge for the next hour or so with fine views all the way, before descending, fording a few boggy streams and then climbing onto the Derwent Moors.  There were grouse butts (hides for shooting grouse from) in several places on the moors and I saw a number of grouse and some very young chicks several times during the day.  At the top of the climb on to the moors, the path swung northwards to follow Derwent Edge.  The scenery was even more spectacular with remote moors on one side and a steep fall on the other down into the Derwent Valley.  I suspect it was a photo from around here that adorned all those metal Derwent pencil boxes I remember from my childhood.  Also below was the Derwent Reservoir, which was used to train the Dam Busters during World War 2 and then later in the movie about them. Above the Derwent Reservoir was the beautiful Howden Reservoir.

Along Derwent Edge were high points usually crowned by weird limestone rock formations adding to the scenic splendour.  There were a lot of people out walking despite the gale force colds winds that made walking in a straight line very difficult.  Many times during the day I was literally blown sideways off the path, with my pack acting like a sail, despite its weight.

From Derwent Edge, the path descended through high sheep pastures and old falling down stone walls to the forest-bordered Howden Reservoir.  I found a nice spot beside the road there at 3:30pm and had a late lunch of fruit cake and a Mars Bar.  Although the guidebook said there was no accommodation and no food available for this day, I had noticed a pub referred to as no longer offering accommodation and now converted into an Indian restaurant, where I thought I may be able to get some dinner before carrying on and finding somewhere to camp.

Before getting there, though, I still had some way to walk, starting with a very pleasant path along the side of Howden Reservoir where there were many walkers and mountain bikers, before turning to another stiff climb, this time on to the remote Howden Edge.  There were no rocky bluffs, just windswept moorland.  I saw two (more accomplished) mountain bikers on this trail but, otherwise, had it to myself.  As it clouded over around 6pm and became very dark with the howling cold wind continuing to blow, it felt very remote indeed.  Nevertheless, it was enjoyable walking and I pressed on towards my hoped-for restaurant.  After a long descent and some walking through a conifer forest I reached the "restaurant" at 7:20pm and found it was a combo pub/Indian restaurant that was serving a Sunday buffet carvery until 8pm.  It also said it offered B&B, but didn't really look like it.  I went in and bought a drink and got ready to eat when I asked about the B&B.  A manager appeared and said they only had a double room that was normally priced at £50.  I said that was out of my price range and she said I could have it for £30.  I agreed and then had my dinner before getting the room.  It was huge and modern with a large flat screen TV.  A good deal.

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