Earlier today I went in search of winter and found it in The High Peak south of Sparrowpit. I parked on an unnamed lane that leads to the rim of a huge limestone quarry and to remote Lodes Barn Farm.
There was a bitter arctic wind when I raised Clint's boot (American: trunk) seeking my trusty boots, warm coat, gloves and headgear. It was a relief when I finally donned my woolly Hull City hat and set off on a chilly ramble to a hill named Bee Low.
|My bootsteps - heading to Bee Low|
I wasn't out there long - little more than an hour. A circular walk would have been close to impossible.
Back in the Clintmobile I read for a while before heading back towards the hamlet of Wardlow Mires. There's a great cafe there called The Yonderman. I was dreaming of a bacon and egg sandwich and a mug of tea but in the event all they could offer me was a tuna mayo sandwich with salad. The grills had been switched off ready for cleaning at two thirty. Ah well - you can't have everything you want.
|Dove Holes Limestone Quarry|