Monday, August 27, 2007
Five (Plus Dog) Go To Edale
Friday was a beautiful sunny day - a rare thing in England this summer. When Steve rang and suggested an outing to Edale we didn't take much persuading. The title was inspired by one of my favourite Enid Blyton series', though that particular Five actually included the dog Timmy so I'm cheating a bit:) Our Five consisted of DH, Steve,Hannah, grand-daughter Kaitlyn and yours truly plus, of course, the inevitable Mr B Baggins. Edale is made up of several small hamlets which were originally shepherd's booths or shelters. It is in the centre of some fabulous walking country which I intend to explore more thoroughly in the near future. Most of the photos would benefit from clicking and enlarging.
The Old Nag's Head dates back to 1577 and was originally a smithy. It is now the official start of the Pennine Way which runs for 270 miles along the backbone of England. It runs through the Peak District, the Yorkshire Dales, across Hadrian's Wall and the Cheviots finishing up in Kirk Yetholm in the Scottish borders. This is a walk I'd love to do though probably with a guide led group as my map reading skills are pretty well non existent - frequent remarks by DH about it helping if I had the map the right way up will give you some idea:)
We passed this pretty group of cottages as we walked through the village.
Interested spectators - the interest was mutual as far as Kaitlyn and Mr Baggins were concerned. K kept pointing and after granny had said 'sheep' several times we got pointing accompanied by 'eep' 'eep' :) Bilbo Baggins of course was on a lead much to his disgust. He was anxious to demonstrate his sheep herding skills to us.
K with her sunhat rather askew and showing off her unicorn reins which she loves wearing. At 16 months old she walked a considerable amount of the way up this hillside path. We were rather proud of her and I gather she slept extremely well that night:)
Just one of the views as we walked.
B Baggins enjoying a drink and cooling his paws in a moorland stream.
As we get higher the heather starts to appear along with the gritstone rocks of the Dark Peak.
A solitary rowan tree growing among the bracken and heather - so naturally I had to take this photograph.
Cute or what? The drystone wall is typical of this area - Derbyshire, Cheshire, Yorkshire and the Lake District. They are, I think, found mostly in the north of England. Dry stone walling takes a considerable amount of skill, as the name implies there is absolutely no cement involved. My dad could do it, he actually had quite a few old country skills though I didn't really realise it when he was alive. He could use a sickle and scythe and I suspect he also had some poaching skills too, he certainly came home with the odd rabbit or pheasant in his capacious pockets on occasion.