We could see the sun which was about to set, we were on the White and Dark Peak border and we were on a path. What had happened to the Slow Warts? Last week’s (foggy) daylight visit to Doctor’s Gate may have softened us up for Moz’s choice of tonight’s outing from The Grouse. We were soon basking in the last rays of the sun on Froggatt Edge when the sharp eyed amongst us saw a couple of deer in the deep tussocks below White Edge.

Spot the deer

All this civilised Warting was not good for us so it was time to really enjoy ourselves by crossing the moor to White Edge over the boggy tussocks. Our feet were now wetted and pleasantly cooled as we wobbled our way through and over the knee-high tussocks. There was some sort of path which often disappeared or we had missed it but having been lulled into path complacency on the way here, this almost felt like proper Warting. 

We can’t go Warting without paying our respects to any stone circle on the route so we did, to one which was not a classic one, but nevertheless worth visiting, we thought, to watch the sunset. 

Where’s the sunset?

This moor itself seemed to be scattered with walls or their remains, seemingly enclosing nothing, however we did reach White Edge despite these mysteries. Like stone circles, trig pillars also have an attraction for us, so we duly visited the White Edge one.

Sunset over the Dark/White Peak, photo thanks to Jim
Tim, Chris and Jim on the way to White Edge trig point
At the trig, photo with thanks to Chris

Whilst we were now out of tussock terrain, the bogginess still remained but was partly mitigated by some flagstones, another of the Slow Warts’ hazards. Despite all this we reached the apparently notorious (?) Curbar Gap car park for further edge running, this time on Baslow Edge with views of the valley villages’ twinkling lights, to our target of Eagle Stone where Tom made an attempt to reach its top.

Tom contemplating the climb up Eagle Stone, photo thanks to Jim

Whether Tom’s attempt had fired him up or not, he nevertheless began to accelerate on the path back to the pub, which might have been his motivation. We were left scattered in his wake as he sprinted along Froggatt Edge for what seemed forever to the road corner near the Grouse. But, shame on us, we joined the road and ran up it to the pub. Unsurprisingly, we were much harangued afterwards by the Cap’n for such a transgression of the Slow Warts’ ethos.

What a hot bed of Dark Peakism we found in the pub. Legends abounded, longtime members, Roger Baumeister, Dave Lockwood, Bob Marsden, Hugh Cotton, our very own Pete G and John D (recuperating well after his bicycle accident), ………,heroes all, packed into the lounge for stimulating discussions about everything, including Warting, of course, climbing and a large stone igloo found by Dave (L) near an airshaft on the moor in the Brown Knoll area. As expected, the Slow Warts enthusiastically committed themselves to visiting it soon. 

What a fine finish to a splendid outing in to foreign lands. Thanks to all.


Our track, thanks to Chris
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