Right then. Reporting back.
We stayed at
St Michaels Enviromental Education Centre, opposite the George Hotel. I got in touch with
Peak Ales and bought a firkin of Swift Nick.
All told there were 32 of us. Youngest was 4, oldest was 61. I'm some where in between. Some walked, some cycled, some climbed, some horsed.
Cyclingwise on Good Friday afternoon, I and two others went up towards Abney, then right up a narrow lane which petered out on the moor and a byway. They were on MTBs, whilst I was on the Mighty Mercian Audax with 28m tyres. It wasn't too bad, although I walked one bit as we descended to Brough. It was a bit rainy, so shelted and sustenance were sought. The first pub looked a bit posh, and we were muddy, so we decided to try the next towards Hathersage, which was even posher and holding a wedding reception. So a couple more miles saw us in The Anglers' Rest in Bamford. Not a long ride, but enjoyable.
Saturday morning, I, Mrs. Hall and The Boy drove to Bakewell and then accompanied two more occassional cyclists from the party along the Monsal Trail to the Monsal Viaduct and back.
Saturday afternoon I went with the eldest member of the team round the reservoir. I suggested going up Winnats instead, but he wasn't up for that. We went along the main road then right towards Bamford, then onto the disused railway that runs up to the Ladybower Dam. There's a variable surface track round the west side of Ladybower which finally comes out on the A57. Hang a left up the west side of the other bit of Ladybower reservoir to the Upper Derwent dam, then road and track down the east side to the A57 again. Skipped the Yorkshire Bridge and back to the Anglers' Rest, then home for curry, cooked by the younger people of the group.
Sunday saw a foot powered expedition to Stanage Edge, going past North Lees Hall, where Charlotte Bronte envisaged Mr. Rochester jumping off the burning roof of Thornfield Hall. Lunch was taken at the foot of the rocks, then some walked on, whilst a few of us, young and not so young did a spot of climbing. After I struggled up a not-very-hard-at-all climb, I was accused by one of the Young Ladies of making "Old Man Noises", which raised a smile. Then back to Hathersage for roast beef and birthday cake.