As I wrote about recently, I’m part of the new steering committee for Marsden Walkers Are Welcome. We’re in the process of organising things like a survey of all the PROW (rights of way) paths in the area, in conjunction with Kirklees Council.
I had an early new year trip up to Glen Coe with a bunch of mates, a long weekend of walking and socialising in the Scottish hills. Dry January was not on the agenda. I’ve spent some time in Glen Coe before – walking up Buachaille Etive Mor – but that was more of a quick jaunt than a ‘trip’. On other occasions my experience of the glen has been even shorter: at speed, mediated by the windscreen of a car.
I had some time over Twixtmas / ‘Chrimbo Limbo’ which I’d blocked off for a walk on the hills with Brodie Dog. I had a notion to walk up to Millstone Edge, which I haven’t done for a while.
Then this morning friend Jenny invited me for a walk, but I couldn’t make that (I was awaiting a delivery). But the great weather and that invite made my mind up – I’d do an afternoon walk if I could (packing the head torch in case I was still out late on).
This was the third year that I’ve joined the Peak Bog Men Runners on their nighttime christmas jaunt to the middle of the moors, to decorate a previously selected fir tree (or trig point, as was last year).
The name is a misnomer for these jaunts as (a) some of the group a walkers (b) Peak Bog Women are in attendance (c) Peak Bog Canines are in attendance (d) strictly speaking we were on Marsden Moor – although at the very northern edge of the Peak District.
I’ve started to help organise the latest iteration of the Marsden Walkers Are Welcome group. Although in truth we haven’t had chance to plan much yet as we’re all new to it and need time to work out priorities, structures etc.. and it’s that crazy pre-christmas period. The guys who … Keep reading >
The last (and only time) I had been in Dufton was as part of a flood relief fundraiser walk last year. Actually, we had only glanced the edge of the village before circling back to Appleby. So when I realised that the hostel that friends Ali and Steve had booked was in Dufton (in Westmorland), it was a nice surprise. I’d already decided to be part of the mix of folk staying that weekend and coopted Anita into the trip as she knew a few of them too.