Showing posts with label Nelson Monument. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nelson Monument. Show all posts

Friday, September 17, 2021

Baslow, Robin Hood, and Totley

Another walk starting from Baslow Nether End, visiting the Eastern Moors today. I got off the bus and entered Chatsworth Park and took the footpath heading east towards Robin Hood. It was very misty, but did clear up later on.








I crossed the road and continued up onto Birchen Edge, and the Three Ships rocks and the Nelson Monument, part of the route was a steep rocky clamber.

















Just beyond Curbar Crossroads I started my crossing of Big Moor from south to north, heading towards the abandoned reservoir.





Just before reaching the road just to the south of Owler Bar I passed quite a lot of heavy plant that was being used for some drainage improvement works. I finished the walk at Totley by going down the path that leads in the general direction of Smeekley Wood and Horseleygate Hall beyond. The final couple of miles was through a variety of landscapes with extensive views of Sheffield at some spots.













The first bus I waited for at Totley didn't show up, the second bus was full and so I couldn't get on, and the third one was twenty minutes late and then got stuck in a traffic jam...and to cap it all off I got on the wrong train at Sheffield and had to make it home to Doncaster via Wakefield.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Baslow, Froggatt Edge and Fox House

Actually today's walk didn't begin at Baslow; I got off the bus on the moors above the village so as to avoid the tedious climb up to Baslow Edge.

The path from the road led westwards where I soon came across a herd of rather friendly Highland cattle which just wanted to pose for the camera.



It wasn't long until I reached the Wellington Monument - there's a Nelson Monument at the other side of the valley.


From here I could already see the 'Eagle Stone' and it only took me a few minutes to reach it. There's a local legend that states that a young man from Baslow must climb to the top of the rock before he's allowed to marry - I judge it to be about twenty five or thirty foot high.



For the next few miles I walked right along the edge of Curbar Edge and Froggatt Edge, stopping frequently to enjoy the view and take photographs; even splitting my trousers as I clambered over one rock to get the shot I wanted...there are a lot of interesting rocks, cliff faces and boulders along this section.



Finally, a bit of jogging to get back to Fox House in time for the bus.