There was a series of footprints heading halfway up the hill where the kids had been sledging but it was still knee deep and pleasingly crunchy.
But before we were even halfway up the hill, the footprints dwindled to one set. It was knee deep and hard work but achingly beautiful.
The stunning Win Hill with Bradwell nestling in the foreground.
The single set of footprints had been wiped out by now so we were on our own. Minty forged on ahead of me, leaping like a dolphin, 2 pawed. It must have been incredibly hard work for her. Shelagh is a much wiser old girl and tucked in behind me taking advantage of my footprints.
Once we reached the brow of the hill, a stunning swathe of the aptly named White Peak lay before us. The light was amazing, glancing off the wind-frozen snow making it look like polished silver.
And as we headed down hill Hazelbadge farm appeared, nestled in the fold of the Dale with the road to Tideswell snaking off behind it.
We cross the main road, avoiding the snarling and leaping farm dogs and headed up this lovely bridlepath
At the top of the track we turn right back towards Bradwell on a quiet (and almost impassable for cars) country lane.
This is one of the many fields that Minty loves to chase swallows in. Not today.
I wonder if that's what she's thinking about??
We met some old adversaries from the village. They are usually high above us on their garden wall barking like crazy. This time though the Weimeraner on the right proved to be a timid mouse! Minty had a bark but kept her distance.
The sun is dipping and the clouds are appearing so I'm very pleased to have had the hour of blue skies.
Kids sledging on Hazelbadge over the valley.
Now we're back in the village with Bradwell Edge looming above us.
What a walk. It made my heart sing to be honest which might sound cheesy but is no more than the truth.
In other news, the scales are co-operating a little better. They have reverted back to the 0.4lb drop. Woo hoo.....she says some what sarcastically. Still, I might see a small drop at official weigh in tomorrow provided I stick to my guns when yesterday I was fearing a gain! Maybe next week I will risk NO daily weighing?? I'm not sure. The gains have sort of motivated me to be extra vigilant. Might not weighing in allow my chimp to become complacent. I'm afeared of the dreaded complacency. But I haven't enjoyed the feeling of being at the mercy of the scales either. Oooh, I don't know...