….well, not exactly. More like Chrome Hill and a nearby campsite. But for reasons which I can’t remember, we had a brief discussion about Enid Blyton whilst out a-wandering and I’ve been unable to get Famous Five book titles out of my head ever since.
The campsite James had picked for a couple of nights – in the shadow of Chrome Hill – was very pleasant and peaceful,
but I think our rabble might have frightened someone else away mind, as when we all arrived on the Thursday evening another motorhome had also just turned up, and as I walked past them into the farmyard the woman in the van called to me that they had come here because they thought it would be quiet!
They only stayed one night. Must have been all the loud music we were playing until the early hours…….
A pleasant evening was had, with James showing us the Sarek map and the route he’d planned for next summer, and I seem to remember a bottle of whisky he’d brought was also involved. I did wake up on the Friday morning with a thumping headache, but I don’t think there was any connection.
Thankfully though, the weather on the Friday dawned dry and fresh, and we set off on an 8 mile wander which I’d made up. Chrome Hill was the first leg.
Not sunny, but still cracking views.
James seems to think he can spot a couple of rugged men in that last photo, but I’m not sure whereabouts he’s looking.
Well, even though the White Peak is very pretty, after Chrome Hill anything else is a bit of an anti-climax. I’d carefully studied the map a few days earlier however, and strung together a load of footpaths to make up an 8 mile circuit which would take us back to the campsite.
Somehow, though, I seemed to have picked all the paths in the area that didn’t look as though anyone had walked them this century.
But there wasn’t too much moaning in the ranks, and at least we saw some alpacas.
And an unexpected WWI memorial at the tiny hamlet of Brandside.
A bit more up-and-down followed,
before we neared Hollinsclough and the last leg of the route.
And for some strange reason, we all retired early that night without opening the whisky bottle.