Yesterday was my first experience of hill walking with Jo and our two boys Ross (15) and Lewis (10). We decided to go for a gentle stroll in the Peak District in Derbyshire. It was a very mild day (8-9C) with no wind and partly clear skies. Perfect.
We started off at the foot of
Lose Hill, a 1562ft sugar-loaf shaped lump of rock near the village of Hope. Here is a picture of Lewis with the hill in the background when we were around half way up:
We decided not to go all the way to the summit of this one and took the path west towards the ridge heading for our real target
Mam Tor which, at 1696ft, is one of the highest peaks in the area. This is Ross and Lewis with Mam Tor in the background:
All was going well until we got near the summit and the wind picked-up. For the last 100 yards we were walking at a 45 degree angle to the ground, leaning into the wind and holding hands to avoid being blown over. The summit is wide and flat so there was no danger involved but it was a very strange experience, especially for Jo and Lewis who had never been in such conditions before. That was the fun bit over with.
We then started to descend along the ridge that we had walked up. After about 20 minutes I spotted a path that seemed to take a lower route around Lose Hill and that would avoid us having to do any more ascents on the way back to the car. Jo was thrilled as she was now tired and had developed a sore leg. Around 30 minutes later it dawned on me that I had picked the wrong route and that the path we were taking had descended around 800ft below the path that we should have been on to get back to the car. We then had to climb back up the hill and down the other side to get back to the car. The words that Jo used during that hour of our walk are not to be repeated on a public website. Suffice to say it is unlikely that she will be joining me on another hill walk any time soon
Once that trauma was over everyone trundled down the final stretch thinking about the pub at the bottom of the hill where I had promised them all we would go for a nice hot dinner. It was closed. I was not popular. Luckily I found another pub about 20 minutes up the road and we all had some nice food and at least 3 of us laughed about our adventure.
All good fun and I can't wait for my next big climb in the Scottish Highlands.
Derek