A pint of tea and an Eccles cake....

Sometimes it is the simple things that are the best celebrations...

It was a good walk; we started in fog, moved up into a beautiful view of a cloud inversion snaking down the Derwent Valley...


We then walked up the millstone paved route up to Mam Tor, ducking and dodging the paragliders and hang-gliders whose pilots were enjoying the wind as much as we were thinking it was a bit chilly!

A drop off the other side of Mam Tor, a look at the battlements, and a pit-stop for soup and assorted lunching and then down Winnats Pass en route to Castleton.



 Castleton for a midafternoon snack (occassionally a large snack) and then on into Hope.  As some know I have a soft spot for Hope, it's a large village in the Peak District which has simple tea shops and a decent bakery, a couple of pubs and none of the Pennine Way induced razmatazz of Edale.  It's also a nice metaphor when walks finish in Hope... Or for me, 2012 miles worth of walking and running... :-D

The immediate celebration was another KM worth of walking - it was raining and there was a teashop a-calling, and so the celebration was with tea and an eccles cake whilst merrily flicking through Edale Mountain Rescue's activities for 2011... A dash down to the station and back into Hathersage for a shower and a curry:-)

So how do you follow the miles that take you over a target point for a year... Simple really... You go for a walk the next day:-) Sunday was a 14km stroll down to Chatsworth, the Derwent was close to flooding and after sinking up to mid calf in the mud that used to be a path we opted for the sensible paved route.

Chatsworth was glorious in the sun, the Christmas Market christmasy...

So that was it 2012 km done, done with friends, in a place I love... Not a bad way of bringing up and passing a target...

TTFN

Paul



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