We had a new tent to try out, Geoff had a new rucksack and I had a new sleeping bag. This last Saturday seemed as good a time as any to get out and give them all a go, so Geoff hatched a local plan, and James and Reuben agreed to join in with the gallivanting.
We’re very fortunate in that we live in the shadow of Kinder, so didn’t have to set off until after lunch.
Taking a rather circuitous route, we accessed Kinder via Little Hayfield and the Park Hall Estate, rather than trolling up Kinder Road to the reservoir.
The previous day, Kinder had been absolutely covered in snow. In fact, it had been like that pretty much all week. A night of rain though and most of it had miraculously disappeared, leaving just ‘bones’ – as an elderly local resident used to say.
Arriving at the bottom of William Clough, we took the path that skirted round the reservoir and then headed off in the direction of Peter Nook Wood. It’s years and years since I’ve actually ventured into this stance of trees, so was keen to walk through it – which Geoff and I did. James, on the other hand, took the path along the fence around the top edge of the copse.
I had no memory of just how open the wood is. We passed a couple of guys who were camping out there with tarps – shouting a cheery hello to us as we did – and finally emerged at the other end to pick a route over the hillside to Mermaids Pool.
Anyone who knows me, knows that I like a good legend or spooky story, and Mermaid’s Pool is no exception to this:
‘……The Mermaid’s Pool is a small pool on the side of Kinder Scout, Derbyshire, which is said to be inhabited by a beautiful mermaid. A 19th century account describes how she rises to the surface on Midsummer’s Day, and lures men to their deaths with her seductive singing. A poem illustrates this by relating how a shepherd boy fell in love with her, and, at her bidding, jumped into the pool to be with her, never to be seen again.
But other accounts describe her as benevolent, and say that she will grant eternal life on those who see her swimming in the pool, and that she can be found doing so every year at midnight on Easter Eve.
The pool is said to be salty due to its being connected to the Atlantic Ocean by a subterranean passage…….’
James and Reuben were a few minutes in front of us and just as they arrived at the Pool, another guy (complete with a Labrador) arrived to spend the night. They’d approached the location by dropping down off the edge path.
We’d planned to carry on a touch further before pitching up anyway, to a ledge with a fantastic view of the Downfall.
Tents were soon up – it was on the verge of getting dusk by now – and I went back down to the Pool to filter several litres of water. Which, incidentally, did not taste salty at all!
It wasn’t a particularly cold night. At one point, James got his Kestrel out and told us that the ambient temperature was 2C, but the wind chill was -4C. But I can testify that when getting up for a wee in the early hours, the wind had got up a bit more still and was absolutely raw.
Our new tent – a Terra Nova Polar Lite 3 – was very snug and stable, and with plenty of space inside for the two of us and Tilly, we all had a really good night’s sleep.
We are going to get rid of that silly guy line in the middle of the door way though and replace it with two – one each side of the opening. You just can’t imagine how many times we got tangled up with it, never mind a mad Labrador!
And there were no spooky experiences overnight, although James did say that Daryl Hannah turned up outside his tent at one point….
Anyway, Sunday morning dawned clear and dry, with a rather fresh breeze, and after a leisurely breakfast we set off on Sunday’s circuitous route home.
Climbing straight up out of the amphitheatre with a full pack, first thing in the morning, is not the easiest start to the day,
but the edge path was soon reached and we turned in the direction of the Downfall.
Of course going round the Edge Path, you start to meet more walkers. At one point Geoff was chatting to a couple of young guys for a few minutes – neither of whom he recognised – and then later that evening once we were back at home, a good friend of ours (Bernie) happened to call in and it transpired that one of the guys Geoff had been talking to was, in fact, Bernie’s son!
Most of the water in the Downfall was still frozen, like huge great organ pipes hanging down, but the general snow cover was by now very sporadic, with just a few icy and compacted snow sections remaining on the main path.
A quick snack was had at the top of Red Brook – you didn’t want to sit around too long, the wind was a bit arctic – before picking up the Three Knolls Path (in the rain by now) back down towards Tunstead Clough and then Hayfield.
All in all, a very enjoyable weekend in great company. 🙂
James has written his version of events, here.
Wow, fantastic, new tent as well, looks a roomy one too!
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An amazing amount of room actually, Dawn. The three of us easily slept abreast across the tent, and there was even space at the far end for both rucksacks!
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Nice to have that sort of extensive country on your doorstep. The tent looks good but I agree that guyline is in the most incovenient place!
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I just can’t imagine what possesses someone to design a fairly expensive, 4 season backpacking tent, with a guyline in such a stupid place!
And we are very lucky living where we do – we try not to take it for granted 🙂
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I’d planned to head back down that way this last weekend and grab a nights wild camp. As it was I ended up trudging 30km through wet slushy snow over Gritstone and Blackstone Edge. Looks like it was better under foot for you. But you’ve given me the perfect location to pitch next time. I can picture the spot clearly.
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I think that arctic wind we seemed to have was a rather ‘drying’ wind! We weren’t totally immune from slushy bits though…
I suppose we should be a bit secretive about some of these spots, but this is one that everyone seems to know about anyway, and it is superb 🙂
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Looks a great trip that, although I don’t envy the guys camping out just under a tarp! 😮
Nice tale about the pool – I’d love to see that sometime if I ever start going to The Peak. I feel I’ve got enough on with Scotland and the Lakes just now though and am missing Snowdonia!
Carol.
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No, I don’t see myself ever been tempted by a tarp – I like to be able to shut the world out!
It had a nice atmosphere by the pool, I’m sure you’d like it 🙂
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Ho hum – another one to add to the ‘tick list’ 🙂
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Tick lists are like that aren’t they – ever expanding!
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An enjoyable weekend that Chrissie, although I can’t thank you enough for a couple of very flattering photos there.
As for Reuben, he does look rather guilty in the last photo!
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Pleased you like the photos, although I’m sure most of them were Geoff’s expertise, not mine…….. 😀
Poor Reuben, he was quite happy and smiling when I was chatting to him on the chair, it was only after you came in that he looked worried….
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Wonderful photos. The scenery is quite similar which we have in Lapland (area in the north starting from the Arctic Circle) in Finland! Thank You for this interesting post and letting us to make the same trip thru Your photos.
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Thank you 🙂 And that’s really interesting, since I’m going to Swedish Lapland in August!
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Brave souls wild camping at this time of year. Nice outing though.
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A rather nice spot for a camp, Andy. You’ll have to get yourself back up here sometime for a night out with us 🙂
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Nice to see Kinder from some different angles. The new tent looks very roomy! Did you say ‘not too cold’ and ‘2 degrees’ in the same sentence there?
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Yes, it’s a three person tent and easy to sit up in too. I could see us using that even if the dog wasn’t coming for some reason – light enough when split between two and room for both rucsacs and everything inside!
And if you say ‘2 degrees’ and ‘not too cold’ quickly enough, it sounds believable…
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My tent (Terra Nova Solar Photon 2) also has space for an attachment for a guyline off the centre of the rain-hood above the front door. I just didn’t bother putting a guyline there. The hood seems to hold its form well enough without it and I can’t see what else it would do for the tent. I guess in really rough weather it might be helpful, but otherwise, the tent works perfectly well (or much better!) without it.
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Being a tunnel tent – and totally reliant on the guylines to maintain shape and tension – I assume this front one is necessary, especially in windy weather. Our other tent (Terra Nova Voyager Superlite) is a semi-geodesic shape and doesn’t need guylines in the same way at all, so we haven’t come across this silly positioning before! Anyway, I’ve already taken it off and put two on at the front instead – one each side of the hood. Haven’t tried it out yet, but I assume it’ll work ok!
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