There are many things you don’t know about me, dear readers. One thing I will enlighten you on is the fact that I don’t like slopes. I am un-inclined towards inclines. I get tired very quickly walking up slopes. You might think that at least there is the easier bit of walking down slopes, so it evens out the hard uphill bit? No. Walking down slopes is horrible in a different way, forcing your feet to assume an uncomfortable position that on normal ground would be ‘tiptoe’, and you actually have to exert more leg strength to slow yourself down, taking huge painful lumbering steps on often gravelly or downright slippery surfaces.
So. Armed with this new information, you will now be able to appreciate what I am about to tell you.
Yesterday I accompanied my partner Jim on a trek in the Peak District to film footage for his upcoming documentary. How upcoming? 6 days upcoming. So he’ll be doing some early mornings and late nights getting it all edited together nicely for the opening night on Friday 9th September! To which, by the way, all are invited ^__^
Anyway. Yes! Peak District! The hilliest place he could find, and he invites me along. He is well aware, by the way, of my dislike of slopey walking, having endured my whining on several outings/death marches. I have been feeling a bit stuck at home recently so thought, what the hell, I need the exercise and I can help him out. So, we hopped on a train to Edale and made our way across some farms to the base of the hills, enjoying the lovely sunny weather and sheep and lack of inner city there. Jim took some scenic shots of the countryside and I thought, ah this is nice, we’ll just get lots of nice shots with the peaks in the background.
Turns out I was wrong. Jim wanted to actually get up on top of the hills. Oh, like halfway up? No. The very top. Up one side and down the other. Introducing, Mam Tor.
Mam Tor, though not the highest in the area, sits 62 m (203 ft) prominent and translates as Heights of the Mother, and had me red-faced a large percentage of the way up. Pretty high, not that high in reality, but high enough for my first trek in a few years.
If I had known this when I was making my decision, this fact may well have put me off. But, having actually enjoyed a day in the countryside with my lovely boyfriend exploring beautiful corners of Derbyshire, I’m glad I didn’t know. The walking up/down hills bit was naturally horrible, but it also turns out it can take you to some wonderful sights. Plus, Jim packed us an exciting picnic with deli-counter foods, and let me borrow his camera for photos whenever I wanted, so I will try to be less whiney next time.
Some highs (har har) of the trip were getting a banana and fudge ice cream at the Blue John Cavern gift shop, and then relaxing with a cider and some humongous onion rings in a beer garden in Castleton.
Also, the sheep were charming, and though they stopped posing as soon as we got the camera into position, we got a few good shots of them too. And, best of all, I think we got some really solid footage for Jim’s documentary. So, success!
One sour part, however, was encountering a rude bus driver on our journey back from Castleton. Jim and I had gone to some effort to make sure that we would have the right change to pay for our bus tickets. This included 1) Jim contacting the bus company to check what the fayre would be 2) getting money out of the ATM the night before 3) ensuring a note was broken in the right way when we bought our food at the pub. We queued for the bus, got on and politely asked for Sheffield, with a please and a smile and putting the exact change down on the tray. This went alright for Jim, but when it came to my turn the driver just said “Put it there” in a confusingly grumpy way. “I’m sorry?” I said, not understanding what was wrong with my perfect change. “Put it there” he said again, this time making a small motion towards the other coin tray a foot to the left. Oh. So that tray is the tray for money in, and the tray I put my money on was for money out. You couldn’t possibly reach where I put it? Not wanting to risk being turned away for calling him on his attitude, I picked up my coins and moved them the incredibly long distance to the other money tray. Grumpy git. You’re welcome for the perfect change, by the way. I could have made him give me change from a tenner. To get him back, I made sure I didn’t say “thank you” when we left. I’m such a rebel.
Anyway, overall, a lovely day out with some good work done for the documentary! Here are some more pictures to leave you on a high:


































