The alarm sounded, and it
was a good morning to obey. Outside, the
sky was a reassuringly peachy hue, and breakfast slid down quickly before the
cruise over to Derbyshire, during which the sun came out brimming with
enthusiasm.
With some of the group
camping it up in Cream Tea Land (Devon), it was a select expedition force who
turned up in Alstonefield, where we encountered the pleasant bewilderment of a
profusion of free car parks. Off we set
on Rich's Peak District circuit – during which the sun shone, and shone, and
shone; it was still summer, no doubt about it.
Down Gipsy Bank to one of
those gorges that the Peaks do so well, the stream sparkling as if a proficient
watercolourist was expected, easel in hand, any minute. But we don’t carry that kind of kit and you’ll
have to make do with some snaps.
Through the Dales to
Hartington, for a picnic with the ducks and the amazing taste experience of rhubarb
ice cream, then a hot march over the hills, admiring the sort of landscape
which would make the Teletubbies feel at home – if they had longer legs, that
is. Through a herd of radiantly red cows,
past a cantankerous horse, and home sweaty but otherwise refreshed.
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