The dogs met a lovely greyhound while exploring the rocks. Minty was not impressed by the situation but Shelagh was perfectly happy.
We scrambled through the rocks and down to the old quarry below which is now a peaceful birch wood. It never ceases to amaze me how you leave a busy car park full of families and walkers, walk for 20 minutes then not see another soul for hours afterwards.
After the woods we crossed the main road and headed down towards Millstone Edge.
A stunning view of the Hope Valley.
Unsurprisingly, Millstone Edge is named after the former principal industry there - making mill stones. I presume the market for the stones collapsed as there are dozens, probably hundreds just lying around, being covered by moss and gradually growing into the earth.
The human effort involved in chipping these massive polo mints out of gritstone staggers me. And it is hard to picture what these gorgeous, grassy woods must have been like when they were a working quarry, teaming with people and horses. Now it has a smattering of walkers and climbers and a few sheep!
At the end of the wood, we climbed up the quarry wall and turned back towards the car park. You can see the rock formations we had scrambled through at the start up ahead.
All in all it was a lovely, if limpy, walk. I hope this operation has been a success so that next time we head out onto the hills I can go further and not suffer for it afterwards.
We've had a lovely afternoon in front of the fire and the telly watching the Murray brothers in the Davis Cup but I wouldn't like to stay in EVERY weekend! We're out this evening for the Golf Club dinner. No dancing for me but at least I am getting out of the house for a change of scene.