Walk Diary Sunday 1 April 2018, Weather 4°C. Fair but chilly.
Tideswell Depart 10 a.m. 10 miles Leader: Phil W.
No. on walk 8
For a change, I’m writing this on Monday the day after, yesterday we enjoyed the spring like atmosphere, although it was quite chilly for most of the day. Daffodils and Snowdrops still adorned the roadsides. New born lambs seem to be in every field now and some of those, a little older away from their mums, see the picture taken by Frankie of the little darlings sheltering from the cold breeze. However, this morning we awoke to find a good covering of snow, although it is now turning to rain, how can two days be so different?
We set off from Cherry Square, in the very busy Tideswell village, having been fortunate in finding places to park. A coach load of Ramblers from the Notts area were unloading and forming three separate walking groups, one of which seemed to be on the same route as us, we passed them during the morning whilst they had stopped for a break. We left the village, walking towards Town Head, then bearing left to walk along the track parallel to the Manchester Road, turning right at the junction of Water Lane. We followed this rocky track to Brook Bottom, walking north as far as White Rake Farm. Just past the farm we took cross field paths to walk along the spoil heaps of White Rake, although on the map it is called Tideslow Rake. At some stage in the past, there seems to have been a very strong lead seam running through this hillside, the spoil heaps, now grassy mounds extend for over half a mile eastwards.
It was on the very top of the Rake, having just passed the other aforementioned group, that we too stopped for our morning break, having completed three miles in the first hour. Whilst there, we noticed many orchids beginning to push their leaves skywards, Curlews and Skylarks were heard, as were the bark of Crows and Rooks as they flew overhead. We moved on, with no sign of the others, walking down the length of the Rake and taking the road to Little Hucklow, and once past home Farm we took the most direct line to Great Hucklow, walking through the village to take our lunch break on roadside benches near to the phone box, although we now see that this houses a defibrillator rather than a phone.
We left Great Hucklow, taking the back roads to Grindlow and then walked directly south, along the ridge of Silly Dale and onward to Wardlow Mires. A short walk, west, alongside the busy A623, taking the second path on the left. We folloed the contours of the upper ridge above Cressbrook Dale, tuning to follow the same path above Tansley Dale. It’s a good job that we did, as from our lofty position we could see that the lower paths along the dale bottom were flooded, the normally passive stream there having spread itself, forming pools at every bend.
After leaving the tops, we walked into Litton and then headed west along the foot way, branching off at Dale House onto a back road, soon to find ourselves back at the cars and the convenience of loo’s and cafe, both of which we made good use of. We had made good time and left the village, after refreshment, before three.