I parked on the outskirts of Buxton and first stop was Corbar Hill with the trig point on top. Felt no better walking up through the pretty wood - still lethargic and heavy footed - must be the thyroid out of balance me thinks.
Corbar Hill - and the compound without a cross.
I grabbed a cache and then went to the trig point. There used to be a large wooden cross here till recently when it was sawn down by someone in protest of the Pope's visit to the UK. I left the Shadow in the compound as the trig point was in a field of sheep and I could sense him getting interested in them.
The felled Buxton Cross (photo from Buxton Advertiser)
From there I headed over the moor, to Cuckoo Tors and around the top of the wood. I was expecting to be on my own but there were quite a lot of dog walkers out - plenty to keep Shadow company. We met a dog that was a cross between a whippet and a lurcher - boy could that dog motor!
Looking down towards Peak Dale
I found a couple of caches and had a big surprise on one. Someone had left a £20 with a note saying spend it on something special. Being a man and no good at shopping I couldn't think what I would spend it on so decided to leave it in place.
Well its black and its an edge - I wonder how it got it's name?
The ridge was quite pleasant walking even though it was a bit soggy underfoot. The view south was into the valley with quite a few quarries in the distance. We rested at the top by the trig point and then made our way back ,descending by the reservoir and back to the car. That was enough for me for the day and home to watch the rugby.
Look Dad.........ha, ha, fooled you!
