It’s been a while since I’ve done a trip report. Recently I was up in the Peak District and had the opportunity to do a circuit of Kinder Scout, which is something I’ve wanted to do for a while. On a previous walk, I had found a good place to park just outside Glossop. Overnight parking can be a bit awkward in the Peak District, but this spot was ideal as it is discreet and gets you out on to the moors quickly. After parking and checking my gear, I was on my way, walking down a green lane leading to Bray Clough.
Soon I was out on to the moor and passing a shooting hut (which had a rather unsavoury insult scratched onto the door). I followed a track south east along side a series of grouse butts up to a flagstone path, making a note that there was a small cairn at the junction, so I wouldn’t miss the turn off on my return, unlike last time I was here! Looking back, there were some fine views back over Glossop and out to Manchester.
Just before I reached the junction with The Pennine Way, I passed the wreckage of a crashed plane. Looking on the internet, it might be a B-24 Liberator that crashed in 1944. If so, fortunately, the two man crew survived. The path at Mill Hill is rather different from the one I encountered in 1978 on my Pennine Way walk. Back then it was appallingly wet mossy bog. Now it’s a flagstone path most of the way.
The views opened out to the imposing mass of Kinder Scout and the valley of the River Ashop, another place I want to explore if I can. It’s a good path to Kinder Scout. Although the path up is quite steep, it’s easy and I was at the top quickly. I could now see down to the Kinder Reservoir and as far as Axe Edge, near Buxton. The reservoir level was quite low reflecting the recent drought.
Not surprisingly, I started to encounter more walkers as I neared Kinder Downfall. As I was getting hungry, I stopped for five minutes to have a snack and take in the views. I didn’t hang around too long as my target was to get to Seal Stones to camp that night, which was another nine or so miles. Kinder Downfall was a little bit of a disappointment as there was hardly any water, not surprising I guess after the dry summer we’ve had.
At the Downfall, I filled up my spare water bottle despite the water looking brown and unsavoury, in case water was difficult to find later in the day. The next point of interest was the trig point at Kinder Low where there were quite a number of people. I didn’t bother to go to Edale Rocks but cut the corner off to Noe Stool. The ground was quite dry, so there was no bog trotting.
I soon hit another flagstone path that led to the impressive tor of Pym Chair. Unfortunately it was here that I was followed by a rather loud American lady but I was soon into the almost alien landscape of the Woolpacks. I was starting to get hungry so I decided to rest and have the lunch, which had the bonus of losing the aforementioned lady. The rocks provided a useful seat and shelter from the cool breeze.
After lunch I continued around the impressive amphitheatres of Crowden Brook and Grindsbrook Clough.
Once I reached Ringing Roger the day walkers disappeared. On reaching Crookstone Knoll, I could see the end of the Derwent Reservoir where the water level looked quite low like the Kinder Reservoir .
After Crookstone Knoll the path became a little sketchy in places. Even though the Snake Pass road was down in the valley, it felt more remote and wilder. In the distance, I could see Seal Stones, my intended camp spot and Fairbrook Naize.
Despite rain earlier in the week, everywhere was fairly dry, so I was a bit concerned about getting water for camp. I was relieved that there was still a bit of water flowing at Blackden Brook. It was brown with peat but it would have to do, so I filled up my water carrier and carried on to Seal Stones.
I couldn’t see any decent spots by the path at Seal Stones. Before moving on, I thought I’d have a little explore away from the path. I was glad I did as I found a nice level spot, clear of most of vegetation, and slightly sheltered behind a mound. It turned out to be an almost perfect spot as the clouds broke to let through some evening sunshine.
I had a good night’s sleep and woke just before sunrise. There was a brief 15 seconds of very light rain, then the clouds broke and a glorious red sunrise flooded the landscape. After breakfast, just before I packed, there was a squawking noise in the distance. I looked up and there was the V of a flock of geese flying high in the sky eastwards. I took a picture but it didn’t come out well.
I was packed by eight o’clock. By now the clouds had largely cleared although there was a chilly westerly breeze. As usual, distances are deceptive and it took me longer to reach Fairbrook Naize than I anticipated but it didn’t really matter much. There was even less water in Fairbrook than Blackden Brook.
From here, it was familiar territory as I had been this way about a month before. It was a really nice walk and it was early enough that I didn’t meet anyone.
On reaching the Pennine Way, I passed a few walkers on the way to Mill Hill. Then I cut West and then North to retrace my steps to the car. However, there was a sting in the tail as about fifteen minutes before I reached the car, I tripped and hit my head on the path really hard. I was lucky not to be knocked out. I had a nose bleed and a cut on my nose as well as a very sore knee. After staunching the blood with my handkerchief, I seemed to be ok and went back to the car. The next day it looked like I’d been in a fight as I had two black eyes! Fortunately I didn’t have any symptoms of concussion. The moral is to concentrate even when you’re on an easy path.