Balby, Warmsworth, and Wadworth

The furthest I got on my walk today was Edlington Wood; I went out of town along Balby Road and photographed the church at Balby. I took this shot from the road as I walked past; I didn't go in the churchyard because people were queueing to pick up food parcels, I think.

I didn't walk near to the church at Warmsworth.

I walked through Quarry Park to get to the road that goes to Pit Top Wood at Edlington, from there I continued to Edlington Wood and then Wadworth Wood.

This is where I are my sandwiches.

There are some strange recycling practices undertaken in Edlington Wood.

I've seen these giant concrete Lego bricks used to block off tracks and roads in many other places.

I've seen much better painted stones than this one, in fact it's the worst I've ever seen.

A couple of distant shots as I walked across the field approaching Wadworth.

These were the best shots I could manage today of  Wadworth Hall and the church.

When I was about a couple of miles from home I noticed people were queueing at a gate to stroke some Highland cattle. I managed to sneak round the back and take this photograph from a few yards away at a different angle.

Baslow, Curbar, Calver, Rowland, and Bakewell

I travelled to Baslow and got off the bus at Devonshire Bridge and walked back through the village to the church, passing over the old packhorse bridge. It was snowing when I arrived, and kept it up for most of the day.

I continued up the hill to Gorsebank Lane, a wide farm track which peters out into a lovely footpath going across fields beyond the farm - this was the only photograph I took though because of the poor weather conditions.

I reached Curbar and walked down the road to Calver and then struggled to find the footpath going up to Hassop Road, which I needed to walk along for a few hundred yards until I reached the footpath along the old quarry road leading to the landscaped opencast workings.

There's a track leading down to Rowland; I met some Highland cattle on the way down.

I continued through the village, down the road and across the fields to Bakewell.

The highlights of today's walk were walking through the crisp, clean, and crunchy snow and enjoying the large, soft, fluffy snowflakes falling on my heads.

When I got back to Sheffield Railway Station I slipped as I was running for a train; torn trousers and a grazed knee were the result.

Totley, Holmesfield, Millthorpe, Unthank, Baslow...and Sheffield

I caught the bus to the Cross Scythes pub at Totley this morning and walked down Totley Hall Lane; at the bottom I had a choice of two footpaths to take and I chose the left one, taking the route of the Sheffield Country Walk. After a couple of fields I'd crossed over into Derbyshire and continued heading south for Holmsfield, leaving the Sheffield Country Walk at Woodthorpe Hall.

As I was walking through a wood I noticed thousands of small acorns on the ground; they were tiny, no bigger than my fingernail. The acorns in my back garden must be four times larger.

As I approached Holmesfield I had to punch an aggressive tarpaulin on the nose - it wouldn't let go of me.

The church  is late Georgian [1826].

It was a pleasant walk in the sunshine continuing southwards to Millbridge and then heading west towards the tiny hamlet of Unthank.

I passed a couple of properties at Unthank before turning south again but went the wrong way in Meekfield Wood. I easily managed to walk over to the road though; this road marks the eastern edge of the Peak District National Park here. 

At the junction with the next road I turned west and entered inside the boundary of the national park and kept on walking until I reached a footpath that goes across Big Moor and then another footpath which eventually leads down to Baslow, passing by the Wellington Monument. On the way I didn't miss the opportunity to photograph this unusual road sign; I'm sure it will start off a good discussion thread on the 'Geo Geeks' Facebook page when I ask them if anyone's got a similar photograph with two destinations with only the one letter different in their names.

The Highland cattle are very good at posing for the camera.

It was a relatively early finish today before the rain set in; I got some bargains in Sheffield and then took some photographs in the rain.