Tuesday, August 31, 2004
Walking in the Peaks
Yesterday's venture outside of Yorkshire was to Castleton. It's right on the border between the limestone of the White Peak and the gritstone of the Dark Peak, so there's an interesting changeover in the landscape on either side of the village.
We started off with a fairly steep climb up Cavedale, which is very well hidden - you're walking through the village, turn a corner and suddenly you're in a steep limestone gorge. That was quite a vigorous climb, interrupted by Dom ringing me to ask if I could pick up some shelves from Oxfam in York within the hour (sorry Dom!)
Then a long walk over high pastures and along drystone-walled lanes till we got to the base of Mam Tor. I would have liked to climb up to the top - not really sure why we didn't. There was a glider doing circles around the top of the hill for ages - it was a very windy day.
Next down in to Blue John Cavern. This was not the most impressive cave I've ever been into, but I remember having wanted to go since I was about 8, when I was given a piece of bluejohn by some friends we were caravanning with.
Finally a precipitous path through bursts of heavy precipitation back down to the village. Despite how dark and heavy the clouds looked for much of the day, we only had those 5 minutes or so of rain till we got back nearly to York.
Sadly, we didn't find time to visit The Devil's Arse - maybe next time.
We started off with a fairly steep climb up Cavedale, which is very well hidden - you're walking through the village, turn a corner and suddenly you're in a steep limestone gorge. That was quite a vigorous climb, interrupted by Dom ringing me to ask if I could pick up some shelves from Oxfam in York within the hour (sorry Dom!)
Then a long walk over high pastures and along drystone-walled lanes till we got to the base of Mam Tor. I would have liked to climb up to the top - not really sure why we didn't. There was a glider doing circles around the top of the hill for ages - it was a very windy day.
Next down in to Blue John Cavern. This was not the most impressive cave I've ever been into, but I remember having wanted to go since I was about 8, when I was given a piece of bluejohn by some friends we were caravanning with.
Finally a precipitous path through bursts of heavy precipitation back down to the village. Despite how dark and heavy the clouds looked for much of the day, we only had those 5 minutes or so of rain till we got back nearly to York.
Sadly, we didn't find time to visit The Devil's Arse - maybe next time.
posted by Chip : 12:07
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