Tuesday, July 17, 2018

New Timetable For Bus Service 65

There's a new timetable for the Sheffield to Buxton service, starting on July 22nd. From what I can see it looks pretty similar to the current one, maybe one more bus in each direction and a bit of consolidation with the Chesterfield route. Oh, and it's now split between two operators, High Peak Travel and Stagecoach, which might cause some problems with ticket and validity for some passengers...of course it won't affect me because I've got my disabled person's free travel pass, valid at all times on all routes.

I can't confirm this, but on the South Yorkshire Transport Forum webpage it's been mentioned that maybe some of the buses will serve Wormhill and Waterswallows - this means that an additional small area of countryside to the north and north-west of Buxton is available for me to explore. I've already explored the Wormhill area, it's a pretty enough village with some nice walks down into Peter Dale and Hay Dale but a couple of  miles further along the route in order to reach anywhere interesting I'll need to walk down roads where there are industrial units...I might give it a try though if I'm able to get there on the bus. 

Sunday, July 15, 2018

Darfield, Edderthorpe, Stairfoot, Broomhill, and Low Valley

I travelled on the X19 Barnsley bus this morning and got off at Darfield and immediately walked towards the church, going in a generally southerly direction.

I looped back north and went along the Dearne Way to Edderthorpe, and then continued following this designated footpath almost to Monk Bretton Priory. The countryside is quite open and pleasant, but there's nothing to see at Edderthorpe.

Beyond Edderthorpe I still walked across some open fields but there were also woods and an old railway embankment - I also spotted a deep abandoned railway cutting and a blocked up tunnel entrance. there were few opportunities for taking photographs because power lines and pylons were usually spoiling the view.

Just before reaching the priory I turned south onto the TransPennine Trail and was now following another abandoned railway almost to the nature reserve at Old Moor  several miles to the south east.

[Along this stretch a chubby male cyclist wearing only a pair of shorts was showing far too much bum cleavage...I never complain when attractive female cyclists approach me from the opposite direction at this time of year though...think about it.]

On the subject of attractive female cyclists; a few minutes later I passed two young attractive female cyclists having a ding-dong of an argument in Dutch; every third word sounded like a pornographic expletive...they didn't break off to say hello, or even smile at me.

I popped into the Ash Inn at Stairfoot for a cold drink; it's right alongside the TransPennine Trail and has a nice large garden at the back that I sat in, under the shade of some trees.

I left the trail and climbed up to reach the road that goes to Broomhill, briefly visiting Broomhill Flash Nature Reserve on the way there. There's only access to a two storey viewing hide though, you can't walk all the way round the lake.

Another argument, this time in English as I was passing by one of the houses in Broonhill; a man was unhappy because someone wasn't visiting him often enough.

On my final approach back to Darfield I wasn't concentrating and missed my turn-off and so had to go the long way round via Low Valley. I still got back with plenty of time to wait to catch the bus back to Doncaster though.

Saturday, July 14, 2018

Brough, Shatton, Hathersage Booths, and Fox House

I didn't get much sleep last night and so decided to make an early start this morning. I'd already caught the train and arrived at Sheffield for 7:30, hoping to catch the 7:45 Castleton bus. It actually leaves at 8:05 now, and was running ten minutes late today - as it was though I still got to Brough, a few miles short of Castleton, just before nine o'clock.

I took a footpath I'd not used before, starting off down by the river and then climbing up to Townsfield Lane, which I followed into Shatton.

I only just entered Shatton; I turned to the right and left the village, then used a short stretch of footpath and another narrow country lane until I went up a fairly steep path across the fields to Old Lees Farm. This was another new route for me, that's probably why I got lost after following the footpath as it goes right through the garden of the farmhouse, right next to the windows and then diagonally across the well-tendered lawn.


Fortunately the woman who lives there came out to give me directions and we ended up chatting for about twenty minutes: I was a bit reluctant to leave...and she probably wanted me to stay longer too.

There were some lovely views as I skimmed the northern edge of Offerton Moor.

I had a Diet Coke at the Millstone Inn at Hathersage Booths - my first time inside the pub.

I then walked up the road for a few minutes until I found a footpath on the left leading to open Access Land going through a wood.

I meandered quite a bit up on the moors, enjoying clambering on the rocks and boulders and wrestling with the bracken before leaping across the Burbage Brook and heading for the bus stop at Fox House.

The bus didn't turn up though; I think it might have been cancelled due to the road closure in the village for the Hathersage Carnival Parade, so...I had to wait an hour for the next bus - some notification would have been helpful.

When I arrived at Sheffield Railway Station it was chaos; a train had broken down somewhere and most trains were indefinitely delayed. I was getting very frustrated with constant automatic announcements apologising for the delay to each individual service...I just wanted a human being to take charge, assess the situation, tells us what's happening and inform us and advise us about our options.

After waiting for a train to Doncaster on every platform and therefore climbing up and down the steps maybe eight times to reach the next platform by using the overhead footbridge a train arrived that was going to Doncaster. This wasn't the most enjoyable end to a day's walking...not at all.

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

'Walking Around The Peak District'

I'm an administrator on the 'Walking Around The Peak District' Facebook page. One of my duties is to approve new members joining the group. I recently reviewed the membership list since it had passed three hundred names and something that I noticed is that a few people seem to have surnames which are very relevant to the Peak District

ALLSOP: There's a place called Alsop-en-le-Dale near Ashbourne - I haven't been there yet.

BAKEWELL: The capital of the Peak District...well at least the headquarters of the Peak District National Park Authority are located here. A beautiful little town; also the home of the Bakewell Pudding and the Bakewell Tart.

BENTLEY: There's a location near to Matlock called Bentley Bridge - it's where I get off the bus when I visit Lumsdale.

BOOTH: A word that's part of several placenames in the Vale of Edale; Nether Booth, Ollberbrook Booth, Grindsbrook Booth, Barber Booth, and Upper Booth.

BROWN: Brown Knoll is near to Kinder Scout. 

HOPE: A village in the Peak District and the name of the valley where it's located. Easily reached by bus from Sheffield.

KINDER: Kinder Scout is the highest point in the Peak District - it's also a rare surname in England.

ROWLAND - A hamlet near Bakewell.

SHELDON: Another village near Bakewell - Magpie Mine is nearby.

WHITE: A very common name; the limestone country of the Peak District is known as the 'White Peak' and there's also a 'White Edge' to the north of Baslow.

Sunday, July 8, 2018

Hope, Edale, and Castleton

On my way to the railway station at Doncaster at half past seven this morning I was accosted and asked for money by four spice zombies at different times. That's unusual so early in the day; maybe they had been up all night celebrating England's victory in the World Cup. I'm always wary of people who might approach me and so I was on the lookout and spotted several more zombies, obviously in no state to ask for money though; they were just lurching, shuffling, swaying, staggering, staring into empty space, and grunting and moaning to themselves, totally unaware of their surroundings.

Just over two hours later I arrived at Hope and immediately left the village, heading north and then west on the route to Edale along the bottom of the valley, mainly grassy footpaths, but a couple of short sections on the  road.

The views of the Great Ridge and Kinder Scout were amazing.

I found a comfortable spot with a nice view to eat my sandwiches but then had an unpleasant surprise - the bread had gone mouldy. Fortunately I'd also packed a flapjack and some biscuits, and still had another flapjack in reserve. I took my sandwiches out of the fridge last night and packed them in my rucksack so that I wouldn't forget them...maybe I need to reconsider this course of action in the future...fortunately flapjacks and biscuits don't go mouldy overnight.

I arrived at Edale right outside the Nags Head pub and was able to enjoy a nice cold Coke Zero Sugar in the beer garden at the back.

I didn't walk all the way down the village high street; I took the footpath just south of the church which I would follow all the way up to Hollins Cross, the lowest point on the Great Ridge...still a climb of nearly eight hundred foot though.

The climb up was made a lot easier because the sky had clouded over and it was now a lot cooler. It was still an achievement on one of the hottest days of the summer to be able to complete the ascent without stopping to catch my breath though.

At the bottom of the ridge, on the way down to Castleton, I stopped at Millie's for tea and cake - she had made quite an effort to get her mobile cafe up here and lay it out so that it's so pleasant and comfortable.