Having arrived at the sheepfold, formerly known as the three-sheeper (because, surprisingly, it was thought to hold three of them), we started the now routine discussion of just how many it actually could contain. Certainly, more than three, possibly six but in a flight of fancy, it was suggested that, instead, a one “elephanter” may be a better description. However, such demented speculations were soon dismissed as the hysterical effect of being out for about two hours, so far, on rather wet and boggy moors.
Seven Serious Warts had made the long pilgrimage to the far north of the Dark Peak to park on the Windle edge road next to the roaring traffic of the Woodhead Road which we were precariously able to cross with an enforced sprint. We didn’t maintain that speed for more than necessary and continued on the gentle and newly-made sandy track to a large metal plated area, but for what purpose, perhaps parking? We soon realised that this was not going to continue as we ploughed through reeds and bog next to Salter’s Brook which we crossed for the (long) climb up to Round Hill via Lady Shaw. Who was she and was she anything to do with the neighbouring Lady Cross (remains of).
If nothing else, Round Hill provides an extensive view of the upper Derwent area watershed which allowed us to plan the route up Barrow Stones. An intermittent path of sorts wove its way through the reedy swamps near the river before the final climb up to the rocky Barrow Stones. They appear to be a fine display of modern sculpture with, usefully, plenty of shelter from the cooling, refreshing wind after the heat of the watershed bowl.
This wonderful atmospheric place is to be savoured so we dawdled, even omitting a visit to the source of the Derwent before descending near the fence to Swains Greave and the
sheepfold where our discussions on its capacity began. We did leave and thankfully Tom knew of a path directly from the sheepfold, taking us back to the Watershed path and the 1894 stone. The climbers, Tom and Michael. in our group, eyed up possible routes to its summit but the protective thigh deep (allegedly) moat around the rock was sufficient to discourage any attempt. Instead, they’ll wait for a very dry summer; note, apparently it has been done!
The return seemed a long way and comments about going too far to the right before crossing the moor towards Salter’s Brook was possibly unjustified (or justified?) judging by our return line which was the reverse of our outgoing one (see Roger’s track below). Our orientation was confirmed when we reached the broken-down wall, the tree and a small tent before being able to run freely on the sandy track to the cars.
Of course, we went to the Dog and Partridge. A couple of year’s ago I thought its name had change to the Beaters’ Arms, its name clearly shown on the side wall of the pub, this was later confirmed by other Serious Warts. But, the sign was no longer there on our visit. Perhaps an hallucination??
Our three-hour expedition around the upper Derwent in semi-spring like weather (10 degs) but feeling colder, was enjoyed by all so thanks to them and particularly our two navigators.
Graham
