Featherbed Top

Day One, 2.01 miles

Backpacking at the moment feels a bit like a phased return to work. I’m trying to get out as much as possible, gradually increasing the distance and altering the terrain etc, in order to help The Foot along its recovery path.

Last weekend’s outing was a linear route from the Snake Pass to Hayfield. If you know this area at all, that would encompass a big chunk of the Snake Path, although I wasn’t planning on sticking religiously to it.

Dale said he was up for joining me.

Pebbles was desperate to come too, but the forecast was for rain, rain and more rain, and she hates rain, so I left her at home. She wasn’t entirely happy with that arrangement.

Geoff drove us round to the starting point late afternoon on the Saturday, and we set off, in the rain. I was only planning a couple of miles for this section, before pitching up for the night.

If you know the Snake Path, you’ll also know that between the Snake and Ashop Head, there are half a dozen or so stream fords to cross. Normally, these are so insignificant that you probably don’t notice them. But as we climbed higher, I began to wonder.

We hadn’t had a huge amount of rain really in the previous few days, but with the ground generally being so unbelievably dry, what we’d had was running straight off and into the water courses.

The first stream we crossed had a bridge, but the water under it was thundering along, and over on the other side of the Ashop we could see the (often totally dry) streams thundering down off Kinder plateau.

It wasn’t a total surprise then, when the next stream we got too was also thundering down, swollen with peaty water. A bit higher up in the gorge, Dale happily skipped across a couple of narrow planks, but I wasn’t keen on that. Three planks wide and I’d have been ok, but two planks was pushing it for me – balance isn’t my strongest point at the best of times!

The ford area was too wide for me to jump, and I have a bit of a healthy respect for water moving as fast as that, so realistically, the only way for me to cross was to go higher upstream.

After a bit of a Chrissie Faff in my head then, I suggested we trolled up the hill to find a crossing point, and we’d probably also find somewhere to camp up higher. Also, if we continued across the moors the next morning, we could  miss all the other fords along the Snake Path as well, and hit Mill Hill from another direction.

So that’s what we did. It wasn’t far to the top, by which time the stream was almost negligible, and we soon found a pleasant enough spot to spend the night.

The rain had stopped by now and the views were opening out, but there would no doubt be more overnight.

Day Two, 7.26 miles 

Well, I have to say, that I slept really badly. I don’t normally when I’m camping, but I did this time. It was pretty windy on and off all night, with some heavy showers, and wee excursions had to be timed to take advantage of the dry interludes.

Dry at breakfast time though, and the forecast was hopefully a drier one than yesterday.

We’d arranged to set off walking at 9am.

I’d sorted a couple of bearings to take us just south of the summit of Featherbed Top, and then across west to pick up the Pennine Way.  As it happened, visibility was excellent anyway.

This area has always had a dreadful reputation for bogs and the like, but in actual fact turned out to be very pleasant walking.

Partly due to the dry summer we’ve had I suspect, but also the work of the Moors For The Future group – creating micro dams, seeding and the like – has had a huge, positive impact on the peatlands around here.

We hit the Pennine Way slabs in less than a mile.

Then Mill Hill – where Dale struck an Epic Pose.

I quietly wondered to myself about descending via William Clough, but quickly decided no. Not only would that stream be fairly full, the whole Clough has become very eroded of late, with new paths all over the place. We turned west again and went past the Liberator wreck. One of my all time favourite lunch spots

And so, a few miles later and we were back in Hayfield.

Thanks to Dale for his company on a Mega-Epic-Enjoyable-Nano-Micro Adventure, and Pebbles is now holding me ransom for a trip for her, as she says the weather wasn’t that bad after all…

11 thoughts on “Featherbed Top

  1. Great stuff and good that you are getting out and about again.

    Dale’s pack looks horribly small. I suggest that if he insists on cheating and not carrying much then you should put a brick or two in there.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Featherbed Top – amazing name – love to see that! I’m not mad on ‘spatey’ water – had plenty of that in Scotland. I love daft little plank bridges and the like though. I once crossed a Scottish stream which looked about 8 feet deep – it had 2 narrow cut trees across it – I crossed on them. They were actually touching the fast-flowing water as it was so high. I did look at it a bit on the way across but continued anyway. I also had to come back across them…

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Actually, Featherbed Top is rather uneventful! It’s a ‘top’ in a large expanse of moorland, which is probably only about 2 inches higher than most of the surrounding area! I have to admit though, that I do have a soft spot for bleak moorland….
      I wished I’d taken a video of the stream afterward. The photo makes it look a lot narrower than it was, and of course a video would have shown just how manically it was flowing as well.
      Planks are a funny thing, I think. Definitely if it had been 3 planks I could have done it, but I could also probably have done it just with the two, if the water had been at normal flow, rather than thundering down under them. They were quite high above the water level too. It did cross my mind to crawl over them…… 😀 😀


  3. I’ve read in several places and can now see it in your photos the dramatic change in the landscape up there with so much grass growing. Apparently on recent satellite images the transformation to a greener colour over what it was is astonishing. I must get back up there. Not been over the Dark Peak moors for ages

    Liked by 1 person

  4. I was hugely entertained by your story, Dixie. I have crossed a wild stream with stepping stones in Norway, but I could well have done without it. That’s my worst challenge in the mountains ever 😦 🙂 – never mind that is what put colours to the walk.
    Take care ❤

    Liked by 1 person

Sadly, I've felt the need to reinstate comment moderation. Please be patient, your comment may not appear immediately but you shouldn't have to wait too long! Chrissie

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s