Brodie stopped a few feet below me and gave me a look: ‘so, who were you calling old?’ she seemed to be asking. I was picking my way hesitantly down Grindsbrook Clough, a pretty steep rocky path that hugs the brook and wends its way off Kinder Low, back down to Edale, which was not yet visible below us. My right knee and Achilles tendon were both aching a bit so Brodie had to stop every few yards or so to wait for me to catch up with her (she was on the extendable lead so didn’t really have a choice). Jenny was ahead of us and Karl behind, all of us watching out for especially slippy rocks.
Edale and Mam Tor jaunt
I had a Misty Mam Tor Hop, with the hound as part of my occasional ‘dad and lad’ van trips. This was 10 miles ish of a mooch from Edale, up and along Rushup Edge and then onto a busy Mam Tor and along the ridge before descending back to Edale and into the Old Nags Head to dry out. … read more >