Peak District? Bleak District more like. What a desolate place Kinder Scout is.
Grindbrook Clough was ace. We had a really good time climbing up it. We got overtaken by about 30 pensioners and a few hundred toddlers, but we did a fair amount of pratting about, taking different paths and that. Sadly, the reward after all that effort was Mordor.
Of course, there were contributory factors. Hitting the Peak District again got us really excited, especially driving past Mam Tor and realising the road we were on was the one we were looking at from a Mam Torian ledge last week. As we booted up in the car park at 9am, though, it was spitting, blowing and quite cold. Not a problem, usually, but today it dampened our spirits a little. I'm not sure I'm into Sunday walks, having to go into work the next day. Also, the last two weekends have been easy walks with no Ollie, meaning I used his little Karrimor backpack. Today, with my own rucksack on, my shoulders were knotting like the first time I wore it.
Anyway, the scramble up via Grindsbrook Clough was tremendous - lots of fun and strangely not as tough on the legs as the steep path further down the gorge. Why is that?
At the top, Ollie decided he wanted lunch but it was far too windy and cold. We continued for 15 minutes or so towards Hartshorn until we settled for a grassy bit behind some rocks that afforded a modicum of shelter. After that, we went as far as Ringing Roger, but the whole black grit trudge really got us down, and the path down Golden Clough seemed the only viable escape. I'm not ashamed to say we took it, and went and sat on the Nab for a bit before heading back down to Grindsbrook Booth. So, sorry walking-books: we didn't persevere long enough to fully test out your guide, but the bit we did worked out well.
My legs were knackered on the way down and I'm sure it was mostly psychological. To top it all, in the copse approaching the bridge over Grinds Brook, I completely lost my footing on the muddy steps, landed on my [censored], and continued to slide down another half dozen steps almost crashing into the back of Lai San. It was a tumble, nothing more but, having been beaten by Kinder Scout of all places, I let out a prolonged "fuuuuhhhh", witnessed by people coming towards us over the bridge, and above us on the steps behind. Embarrassing.
First walk with any kind of negativity about it.
We usually just get in the car and drive home after a walk, but today I earned a pint so we stopped off at the Ramblers' Inn. Then we had coffee and biscuits back at the car. It wasn't a rotten day, but I won't be hurrying back to Kinder Scout.
On the plus side, I found a discarded rubber tip for my trekking pole. Win.
Here's some of Lai San's photos.
Off-topicThe slippery bridge of doomThose were happier daysKinder's Cambridge Crag waterspoutThe scrambleA look backThe final clamberA look forwardA scary bitA viewAnd anotherDepressingA view from the Nab