I've not been walking in the Peak District for a month now and it will probably be next year until I'm able to go again. This is because of my painful Achilles' tendon; it's not painful all the time, but I wouldn't want it to be sore when I'm up on the moors.
I'm perfectly fine to go to the shops and walk round the town centre, or have a day out with my support worker...it's not so bad when I'm walking on level, firm ground and don't need to flex my ankle.
Just a short local walk today because my Achilles' tendon on my left foot is hurting a bit, it's not as bad as it has been but it's still noticeable.
I caught the early train to Mexborough, headed east along the tow path and then south to Old Denaby. I climbed up to Hooton Roberts where I finished the walk because the pain was starting to be noticeable.
This bridge over the railway line has a banner on it stating that it's been named 'Mackenzie's Bridge' after a young boy whose body was found nearby. The bridge is bedecked with bunting, plastic flowers, and solar powered light bulbs. I also noticed a microphone taped to the railings, I'm not sure what that's going to be used for.
I'm also not sure what crop flowers in November, actually, I have no idea.
A circular walk out to the west of Castleton today. I headed for the broken road at the foot of Mam Tor and then turned to the south and looped round back to the village via Dirtlow Rake.
There were some impressive Halloween decorations in the village.
I had ten minutes to wait for my bus back to Sheffield; there have been some improvements made at Castleton Bus Station, extra seating and an electronic destination board.
For the first half a mile I did the same route as last week's walk; there weren't any Highland cattle near the path today but I could see them out on the moor.
Instead of continuing down to Baslow I took a path on the right heading north to Curbar.
I'd barely reached the first houses in Curbar and then took the low level path which headed back south to Baslow Nether End. The bus was fifteen minutes late but it worked to my advantage, I'd just walked out of the toilets and crossed the road, and it turned up.
I caught the Bakewell bus to Curbar Crossroads and walked down to Baslow, passing the Wellington Monument...and a lot of Highland cattle. The only close by cow that I didn't attempt to photograph wasn't happy and so headbutted me on my backside.
When I reached Baslow Nether End there was a crowd gathering outside the cafe; it's under new ownership and I think they were giving away free hot drinks.
I planned to walk further, maybe to Bakewell, but I finished the walk at the bus stop for Edensor because I felt a slight twinge in the back of my left knee; I didn't want to suffer another long-term injury.
