Today wasn’t a day for taking photos, it was a day to get back out into the Peaks with my favourite people. This is the Beehive on Over Owler Tor, a small gritstone outcrop above Surprise View.
Izaak Walton, who refers to himself as ‘Viator’, which is Latin for ‘traveller’, probably wasn’t in the best of moods when he encountered this bridge on his travels. He wrote of it in his book, The Compleat Angler: “What’s here, the sign of a bridge? Do you travel in wheelbarrows in this country? This bridge was made for nothing else – why a mouse can hardly go over it, tis not two fingers broad!” From this the bridge acquired the name Viator’s Bridge.
Even now, walking over stepping stones underneath a cliff edge feels a playground made for peaceful proclivities. Chee Dale really is a hidden gem in the Peak District.
This is Chee Tor Tunnel No. 1, at the start of a brilliant little walk in the Peaks yesterday.
As a general rule, the last thing you want when you’re trying to shoot stars is to see the clouds rolling in. No complaints from me this time. The skies cleared for all of two minutes, but that was enough.
You could see for miles and miles from Pen y Fan on Tuesday – this view is across to its neighbour, Cribyn. There are a few routes to the peak, but I think the long ridge walk from Taf Fechan Forest across Craig Gwaun Taf beats the tourists routes… turns out it’s also the army training route. Pretty funny when your hobby is what the army do as part of their training!
When I’m not in the hills, chances are I’m making use of my National Trust membership. If you have one, here’s a tip: whenever you’re travelling, National Trust properties make a great alternative to motorway service stations. You can stretch your legs, get a coffee and see something interesting, all while breaking up your journey.
This is Sgwd yr Pannwr in unusually heavy and colourful flow!
There was an astonishing amount of water cascading over the falls at Ystrafellte thanks to snowmelt and a night of heavy rain. This is Sgwd Isaf Clun-gwyn, the lower Fall of the White Meadow, with a rainbow emerging from the lowest of the four waterfalls. It was incredible in person and it’s almost impossible to do it justice in a photo.
This is Sgwd yr Eira, probably the most photographed waterfall in the Brecon Beacons because you can actually walk behind the curtain of thundering water. Though not the biggest of the falls, I think it was my favourite for its setting in the beautiful landscape.
Every year for the last few years, I’ve headed off grid for my birthday. Give me a log cabin and some peace, and I’m happy. Can’t wait to be back in the Brecon Beacons on Monday. This image is from Ty Donkey in Wales last year.
A beautiful sunset at Higger Tor.
I love drystone walls. They’re an artist’s stroke on the landscape that have defied the elements, livestock and hillwalkers for centuries. In a sense, they’re living history; a legacy left to us by our ancestors. And some of them have steps.
Lud’s Church is not a building, but a ravine – a chasm carved into the Back Forest. The Druids thought it a spiritual corridor in the ground. In the past, it was believed to have been made by the devil slashing the earth with a fingernail, creating a deep, unhealable wound. Robin Hood, Friar Tuck and Bonny Prince Charlie are all said to have hidden from the authorities here.
Some accounts maintain that this strange body of water is bottomless; others say that Doxey Pool is inhabited by a malignant mermaid called Jenny Greenteeth, sometimes described as a blue nymph. The legend says that she fell in the pool on a foggy day whilst walking along the top of the Roaches and ever since has been enticing unsuspecting victims down to the pool and to their watery grave…
I love the layers you can see in the gritstone at The Roaches. They were formed around 300 million years ago when a range of mountains was pushed up to the north and an immense Amazon-sized river spread its delta over much of what is now England.
Another cloudy walk in the Peak District. This time, it was The Roaches’ turn to look majestic in the fog.
Chatsworth, home of the Duke and Duchess of Devonshire, is set in the heart of the Peak District in Derbyshire, on the banks of the river Derwent. Home of the Cavendish family since the 1550s, it has evolved through the centuries to reflect the tastes, passions and interests of succeeding generations.
What our walk to Shutlingsloe lacked in views due to the dense fog, it more than made up for with atmosphere.