Dore Moor, Long Line, Ringinglow and Fox House.

I didn't get much sleep last night due to the hot and sticky weather, and so had to curtail today's walk - I still managed five miles though.

Unusually, the walk began outside the boundaries of the Peak District. Dore Moor is about three miles east of Fox House and probably a bit over a mile from the official boundary stone on Hathersage Road. Being much nearer to the city centre there are a lot more buses serving this stop..

The path went to the north across fields but became quite difficult to follow as it passed by a farm; I had to get my binoculars out to look for a sign or stile up ahead.

I then walked through some woodland which I hoped would take me towards Ringinglow. However the path I took looped round and I ended up at Long Line, a linear settlement consisting of expensive detached houses.

I then walked along the road in the direction of Ringinglow, but before reaching the village turned left onto the track that leads to Houndkirk Moor; by this time I was in the Peak District, but I hadn't noticed a sign.

It was then a straightforward walk across the moor to Fox House.

Houndkirk Moor, Ringinglow and Limb Valley

One of the advantages of using a concessionary travel pass is that I don't need to state my destination when I get on a bus. Today I wasn't sure what the conditions would be like on the moors and so decided to look through the bus window and make a decision on the spot. I was surprised at how little snow still remained on even the highest parts of the moors, considering that some of the side streets here in Doncaster are still icy in places, so I got off at Houndkirk Moor, the highest point of the 272 route to Castleton.

For the first half an hour or so of the walk I was passed by several dozen mountain bikers - I later discovered that there was an organised time trial of some sorts. I ate my sandwiches near to the Ox Stones, south of Ringinglow, a hundred yards or so off the main track, well out of the way of the bikes.

About half a mile further on my rather circuitous route I came across a toposcope which indicated that on a clear day I'd be able to see as far as the Humber Bridge, fifty two miles away...today wasn't a clear day though. It also stated what the altitude above sea level was - my GPS measured it as nearly a hundred foot higher though.

Near to Ringinglow I walked by an interesting sign; I wasn't tempted though, knowing that I had a casserole waiting for me in the slow cooker when I got home. If alpaca had been on the menu I might have stopped for a bite, there were certainly plenty of them grazing in nearby fields.

The last couple of miles was a gentle descent through the Limb Valley to Whirlow, where there were plenty of buses running to Sheffield.