Kinder Scout

Yesterday was again wet and windy but I was on holiday from work and at home so it was a day spent indoors. Today Karen decided to also have a rest day so I had a walk on Kinder Scout. Up via Grindslow Knoll and down via Ringing Roger.

It was still showery and very windy and I suppose with the bad weather together with it being New Years Eve, I only saw half a dozen other people out walking.

Travel Back Home

As the weather was still wet and windy, we had breakfast and settled up with the B&B owner (£35 each per night). As the parking outside was restricted to certain hours, once we had packed the car we relocated I to the main town car park and then had a wander around various gear shops as well as have a snack in a café.

After this, we set off for home around lunch time.

Dow Crag from Walna Scar Track Car Park

An improvement in the weather luckily with a lot less wind and no rain despite a misty start on the tops. We drove to Coniston and at first tried two road turnings before choosing the right on leading up a steep lane ending at a metal field gate.
Through the gate is a rough car parking area at the start of the Walna Scar track and we parked here and got our walking boots on at the same time as several other walkers.
While the crowds made for the track leading northwards presumably all intent on the summit of the Old Man of Coniston, we followed the Walna Scar Road track westwards.
As we gradually gained height, we could see more and more of Coniston Water behind us and also into the far distance where the sun was glinting off the sea. The tops of the surrounding mountains were mostly hidden in mist and there were occasional breaks in the cloud allowing the sun to light up the cwm between the Old Man and Dow Crag highlighting the old quarries on both sides.
We paused to take photos and crossed a small packhorse bridge over a stream before starting up a steeper section of path.
Although there was a lot less wind than yesterday, there was still quite a bit of cold wind so we made use of a small abandoned quarry next to the path to sit sheltered from the wind and have a hot drink from our flasks.
Continuing afterwards, we reached a shallow col and a crossroads formed by two paths. Taking the right-hand choice brought us up towards the summit of Brown Pike and the start of a ridge geading towards the top of Dow Crag.
As the ridge bore the full force of the wind and there was some shelter offered by a small circular wall and again we sat in the lee of this rough and low wall to have another bit of hot drink while we saw the mist move around the side of the Old Man opposite us.
We continued along the ridge wearing extra insulation as the wind was very cold and quite a bit stronger at this height being careful to not approach the edge too closely as the wind was blowing in that direction and below were very high cliffs and gullies.
We passed another summit at Buck Pike and after a similar distance reached the highest point of the ridge and the more rocky summit of Dow Crag.
After balancing across boulders and rocky slabs the path continued northwards and then north-east dropping down to the col at Goat's Hawse. We found a well-sheltered spot next to the path part way down and sat there to eat our lunch.
As we were eating lunch the mist gradually lifted revealing the whole of the Old Man opposite Goat's Hawse.
After lunch we dropped down to the col and then made our way down the rocky steps forming the start of the path descending to pass close to Goat's Water and views of the large and dark cliffs on the side of Dow Crag.
As we were walking towards the lake of Goat's Water we noticed that every now and then the string wind would blow some of the water from the surface of the lake and then whip a cloud of water across the surface.

After passing the lake, the path eventually rejoined the Walna Track Road and we retraced our route back to the car park.

Walna Scar Road heading towards Brown Pike

Tiny shelter

Summit of Brown Pike

Summit of Buck Pike

Summit of Dow Crag

Old Man of Coniston from Dow Crag

Cliffs on Dow Crag

Goat's Water

Easdale Tarn from Grasmere

As we were both taking a break from work between Christmas and the New Year, Karen and I decided to spend a couple if days in the Lake District.
We had done this twice before in recent years, only we were joined by Keith and Pete Collins on those occasions. Pete and Keith were staying in the Peak District at the same time to go digging in Water Icicle Close Cavern.
As on those previous trips we stayed at Claremont House, a bed and breakfast accommodation in the centre of Ambleside. Unlike those previous trip, the weather wasn't very good.
Anyway, we set off from home in the morning and after 2 and three quarter hours parked in the village of Grasmere. The weather was extremely windy with frequent showers so the route would remain at low level and make use of the landscape to gain shelter from the south-westerly wind.
Leaving the car parked in a small car park belonging tot he church which had an honesty box for payment of car parking fees, which we did, particularly as it was cheaper than the main “pay and display” car park in the village, we followed Easedale Road bringing us to the start of a bridleway. The bridleway brought us along Easedale Beck which flows out of Easedale Tarn, which was our destination for the walk.
It was a very easy and pleasant walk (if you ignored the rain showers!) and largely sheltered from the fierce winds. The picturesque waterfall called Sour Milk Gill soon was in view and our route took us close by.
Sections of the path were paved with steps made from rough rock as the ground steepened and as we neared the tarn, we were exposed to the full force of the wind which wasn't only very strong, but was gusting quite a lot.
As we paused in the shelter of a large boulder by the outlet of the tarn we saw a couple out walking with a dog on the opposite side of the beck. They were looking at trying to cross the beck using large stones in the beck's bed but appeared to be hesitating.
They saw us and waited for us to cross, probably to see what would happen! We waited for a lull in the wind between gusts and Karen started stepping across the 4 metres or so of beck while I hurried across behind wishing I had me walking poles like Karen!
Luckily we made it without falling in and set off back towards Grasmere on another path on this side of the beck.
After a few hundred metres we found a good sheltered spot by a large boulder as had a short break to have some hot drinks from flasks and then continued onwards.
We met a bridleway which the path joined at a T-junction and followed this back to join another small road joining Easedale Road back in the village and on the way passed some miserable looking Herdwick sheep sheltering by some drystone walls.

Back in Grasmere the first thing we did after changing out of our boots was find a café to warm up and have a coffee!

A Walk from Grangemill

We joined a group of about a dozen people on a Peak District Mines Historical Society walk led by Tony Wood starting at the Holly Bush pub in the hamlet of Grangemill at the crossroads at the top of the Via Gellia.
Leaving the pub we started on the bridleway leading from the crossroads through fields above Grange Mill Quarry, which is part of the Limestone Way. We could see the full extent of the huge limestone quarry which is still a working quarry and mostly not seen from nearby roads. Continuing on the Limestone Way route, Tony pointed out the small rectangular building on the skyline ahead which was a Royal Observer Corps lookout location from World War II. This was used to spot German bombers heading towards Manchester and when they had been spotted, they could inform anti-aircraft guns further along the flight path.
After crossing a muddy recently ploughed field, we crossed the High Peak Trail and arrived at Manystones Lane after crossing another field and following a farm track.
We walked along Manystones Lane towards Harborough Rocks and after a short diversion into the field with a Public Footpath to see some old mine workings and a large mine shaft covered with concrete railway sleepers, we returned to the road and walked as far as the track leading through the works again back onto the High Peak Trail opposite Harborough Rocks.
We followed the old railway track which carries the High Peak Trail, pausing to view the collection of four new wind turbines recently installed on Carsington Pasture. These were in view for a large proportion of the walk and raised a bit of discussion amongst the group mainly along the lines of the unwanted visual intrusion so that some individuals can make a lot of money and not make any real contribution to saving carbon dioxide emissions.
We next followed the access road for the works next to the trail which are sited by one of the shafts into Golconda Mine. As the works are running throughout the week we weren't allowed to approach the shaft top but we could look at the old winding wheel which was displayed on a plinth outside a small office building.
After leaving the works we found ourselves on a wide vehicle track which led northwards and after walking along the track for a short distance, we left it for a footpath through a field gate leading us down a small muddy and wooded dale known as Marks Dale which leads to the the road in the Via Gellia.
On the way we had a look at an old ruined coe (the small building located by mine shafts where the miners used to store their tools and get changed into work clothes) and further along, another coe which was larger and next to a small adit with a corresponding adit on the opposite side of the small dale. Some had a look a short way into the adit, but the adit on the opposite side had been blocked by a collapse of surface soil not very far in.

Further down Marks Dale we reached the minor road going through the Via Gellia next to a layby and from here we walked up the road for a bit and then turned off on the small road leading through the hamlet of Ible and then down again back to our starting point for a quick drink and a bit of cottage pie at the Holly Bush. It was nice in the snug bar with a warm fire burning to warm up on a cold and windy day.

Maskhill Mine

Karen wanted to have a bit of SRT rigging practice and I suggested Maskhill Mine as we had to be in the Castleton area in the morning. I was going to meet Tony Seddon of StarlessRiver.com at the TSG hut to buy a new furry suit.
After our visit to see Tony, we returned up the Winnats Pass to park at Oxlow Farm again for the third time in as many weeks and got changed into caving gear.
We met Jo and her companion at the layby leading to the caves and had already met them earlier at the TSG hut as they were also meeting Tony about caving gear,
Jo and the other caver were heading for Oxlow Cavern and we left them en route to take the steep uphill route to the entrance shaft of Maskhill Mine.
As we only wanted to carry a single tackle bag of rope each, we had enough rope to reach the top of the vertical section called Murmuring Churn as Karen set off down the entrance shaft.
I followed after hearing her shout up “Rope free” after she had passed the first rebelay and I was glad to get into the shaft out of the cold wind which was blowing on the surface.
There were a couple of awkward places where the resined in bolts made it obvious you were supposed to tie the rope to them but it wasn't always obvious which was the best way and I rearranged a couple of the belay points.
Karen dropped down the final section of rope above Murmuring Churn and I followed and was just at the final rebelay when Karen shouted up she had run out of rope and was ready to start coming up again so I also started up again ahead of Karen as she followed de-rigging the ropes as she went.
We were back on the surface after around three and a half hours at 16:00 and were soon back at the farm and changed out of caving gear.

A quick return to the Orpheus hut to wash and put the ropes away and then home.

A Short Walk

Since I had to visit Hitch 'n' Hike near Bamford to get a replacement Petzl SRT harness which I ordered last week plus the forecast was for a very wet afternoon, we decided on a short walk.
After leaving the car at the top of Padley Gorge we crossed the road to enter a gate leading to Longshaw Lodge. Tempted by the National Trust café, we were planning to have a quick brew and snack but found it was very busy so we continued on our way.

We left the Lodge by the drive to the Sheffield road and left the drive to follow a path by the brook bringing us back to the top of Padley Gorge.

Oxlow Cavern

Last week, Boyd had told us he was arranging a trip down Oxlow Cavern with Jack who is a new prospective member. We decided to join them as although we had been in Oxlow Cavern last week with Keith (who was staying at home this weekend), a trip in Oxlow Cavern or nearby Maskhill Mine is always enjoyable.

Karen and I had the usual start at the café in Monyash for breakfast and then headed for the Orpheus cottage. Boyd and Jack hadn't yet arrived so we got the appropriate ropes and tackle bags out of the store and packed the ropes in the bags.

Boyd and Jack arrived and we spent a little time setting up Jack's brand new cowstails and footloop/safety link in the comfort of the cottage rather on the side of the hill by the cave entrance.

We drove to Oxlow Farm where I parked off the road in front of the barn while Boyd parked on the verge across the road. We sorted out our courtesy payments to access the cave via private farmland and while Boyd and Jack started getting changed in Boyd's van, Karen and I made use of the barn as usual. It was a welcome shelter while getting changed as there was a strong and cold wind blowing.

As we were getting changed, another car arrived and parked next to mine. Jess and Ann (two other caver we know) got out and joined us in the barn to get their caving gear on. They were planning on a trip down Maskhill Mine to practice SRT rigging.

We were all ready at the same time and as Jess and Ann walked down the road to the stile access point to the caves, we followed behind and parted as they started up the steep slope towards Maskhill while we continued on the lower route to Oxlow.

I took up rigging duty as Keith wasn't around and set off down the entrance shaft first. Jack was coping well with the SRT technical bits (he had some previous practice and shorter trips).

I was rigging the wide “Y hang” at the top if the last pitch to bring us towards the impressive West Chamber and couldn't understand why a thin stream of cold water was running down my left leg and into my welly as I wasn't standing under any water or drips until I realised that water was running down the rope above the pitch and then dropping of my descender and then into the crotch section of my oversuit! As I held onto the rope while clipping in the deviation sling at the top of the pitch, now the water ran down my arm, round my lower back and down my leg, again into my welly!

Soon we were all at the foot of the last pitch (we weren't planning on dropping down the last pitch of Maskhill Mine to the sump where Oxlow Cavern and Maskhill Mine connect.

We had a look at the very wet vertical section above the Maskhill Mine sump from the small tube from Oxlow Cavern and then sat on some boulders in the West Chamber and munched on Mars bars.

We headed back to the surface in the reverse order with my taking up the rear de-rigging the ropes as we went.

Back on the surface it was beginning to get dark as it was nearly four in the afternoon.

After getting changed from caving gear, we returned to the club cottage to wash the ropes and tackle bags and return them to the tackle store.

Ashford Black Marble Mine

Another short trip underground today, this time a wander around Ashford Black Marble Mine near Ahford in the Water. It has a locked gate on the entrance but it is possible to arrange trips to see the mine.
This is an interesting small mine (I suppose it's technically and underground quarry as it was the rock which was being extracted for itself rather than as an ore for metal or mineral) and was used to supply a black marble.
From Wikipedia “Ashford Black Marble is the name given to a dark limestone, quarried from mines near Ashford-in-the-Water, in Derbyshire, England. Once cut, turned and polished, its shiny black surface is highly decorative. Ashford Black Marble is a very fine-grained sedimentary rock, and is not a true marble in the geological sense. It can be cut and inlaid with other decorative stones and minerals, using a technique known as pietra dura. Derby Museum has a diagram of Ecton Hill made from Ashford Black Marble and other minerals”.
Some parts were marked with read and white plastic tape to warn of dangerous sections but most of the mine was accessible and except for a few feet as you entered through the locked gate into the mine, it was all easy walking with more than enough head room.There were a few places where some calcite formations had grown which were impressive and an area where there was a lot of graffiti, some from the 19^th Century.

Oxlow Cavern

Again, the Orpheus Caving Club Christmas Dinner weekend rolls around. Last year we had a pre-dinner trip down Oxlow Cavern so this year we did the same!
As we were changing into our caving gear in the shelter of the barn at Oxlow Farm, another group of cavers stopped by to get permission and pay the courtesy fee of £2 each and one of them told us they were de-rigging Maskhill Mine and Oxlow Cavern after they had been left rigged for the Council of Higher Education Caving Clubs event a fortnight ago in the Peak District. They kindly offered us to use the ropes in Oxlow Cavern, and as we were planning on a relatively short trip to the East Chamber we only had to take a single rope for the drop down from the col between West Swirl Passage and the East Chamber, which wouldn't have been rigged.
We passed the rest of the group, including the caving instructor Simon Mee, getting into their caving gear at the roadside by the style used to access the caves and made our way to the shaft entrance.
It was of course a rapid trip to the East Chamber following mostly the ropes already rigged and as we were having a look around the chamber and the dig in the floor, we could see and hear some of the others as they dropped down to the col above and disappeared down West Swirl Passage.
We had a Mars bar or Snickers bar and then I set off back to the surface followed by Karen and Keith.
I arrived back at the surface after an hour and a half underground soon followed by the others.
After changing out of caving gear and a trip to Hitch 'n' Hike so that Keith could buy a tackle bag, we stopped at Outside in Hathersage for a small meal for lunch.

Later in the evening Karen drove us to Biggin where we attended the club Christmas Dinner in the Waterloo Inn.

Water Icicle Close Cavern

Keith wanted to do a bit of work in the dig at the bottom of the Elevator and also we needed to sort out the lock on the gate which I hadn't been able to unlock on my last trip due to dirt and grit in the lock.
We drove to the end of Derby Lane where the farmer had blocked the field gate with large boulders probably to stop the off-roaders getting through.
Soon we had changed into caving gear and following Keith down the entrance shaft and onwards to the gate in North West Passage.
Luckily Keith was able to get the lock open after a generous application of spray oil and we made our way to Three Way Aven. We picked up a few small slabby pieces of rock and placed them on a particularly muddy section of the taped-off route as we made our way to the top of The Elevator pitch down to the current dig site.
It was impressive the work Keith and Pete had done in a few trips. They have made their way down around 10 meters into the blocked shaft at the bottom of the very shattered rift chamber.
After Keith had split a couple of boulders and move them out of the way, we started back up again but each waited out of the firing line until the person ahead was completely off the rope and back in Urchin Passage due to the large quantity of loose rock around this pitch.
We made our way to the bottom of the 30 metre entrance shaft and prusiked back to a day which had started as sunny but had turned cloudy.

A return visit back to the café beckoned.

Eldon Hole

After the usual pre-caving breakfast in Monyash café, Karen, Keith and I stopped off at the Orpheus cottage to collect some ropes and tackle bags for a trip down Eldon Hole. As it was a sunny but cold day this was a good choice because you actually spend quite a lot of time exposed to the weather while descending this large open pothole.
We were soon all at the bottom of the open pot and dropping down the small constriction into the large underground main chamber. Keith arranged the the “pull-up” using the fixed cord to allow he and Karen to prusik up to Miller's Chamber.
I waited in the Main Chamber having a look at the various digs searching for the suspected continuation of the cave beneath as I had been up in Miller's Chamber several times before.

Soon the two of them had abseiled back down ans I started on the way out and back up the open pothole back to the surface where I sat in the sunshine looking at the views into the distance until the other two arrived.

DCRO Rescue Practice at Bagshawe Cavern

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Three Shires Head from Wildboarclough

It was a cold but dry morning and a bit frosty, so with the added hazard of loads of larch needles on the road, I took it easy driving along the road dropping down to Wildboarclough.
We parked in the layby at the bridge which was unusually quite busy.
On previous visits, we had walked along the road towards the farm where the public footpath passes a farmhouse and into the farmyard but I had noticed a route marked on the map which was parallel to the road and rose up quite high above the road and then dropped down again to rejoin the road opposite the farm.
This alternative start was actually on a tarmaced section of narrow road for half its length and then through a gate to a grass-covered track for the second half. As the road below is very quiet anyway, I wouldn't bother with this route again and just walk along the road.
Soon we were following the track by Cumberland Brook passing the small cottage where a group of kids seemed to be staying and some were joining a few adults with woodsaw and axe obviously looking for firewood.
Continuing onwards, we stepped off the track to let a couple of trial bikes pass by – who shouldn't have been there as the track is classified as a bridleway. At least they were going reasonably slowly.
Turning left to follow the rest of the brook on a narrow and rising path, we stopped for a few minutes at an old ruined building to have a drink from our flasks.
Afterwards, we followed the rest of the small valley to arrive at an open area of rough grassy moorland with views into the distance with a prominent hill of Shutingsloe and the large dish of Jodrell Bank radio telescope also easily visible. There were hills in the distance and we were wondering if these were in North Wales.
At the track leading from the Cat and Fiddle, we turned right and followed it towards the old Danebower quarry across the main road which we crossed and after crossing a stile, then followed a narrow path weaving along through spoil heaps and ruins belonging to the quarry.
There were a couple of male pheasants calling at each other as we wandered through the quarry remains and this brought us to a farm track and a gate.
Passing through the gate we followed the muddy track alongside a drystone-wall to reach a second gate in the wall, through which we also passed.
This brought us into a large walled off area of moor and a path led us past a small stone-built barn and then a short section of boarded path crossing a very boggy section following which the route brought us to another road crossing.
The route brought us gradually down to one of the tracks leading to the old pack-horse bridge at Three Shires Head where we stopped for lunch sitting on a stone wall by the smaller of the two bridges.
After lunch, we crossed the bridge and turned left following the old pack-horse trail following below Cutthorn Hill. In parts the track was very sandy but some sections are rutted and has a loose rocky surface due to the passing off road traffic, despite the sign at the road pointing out vehicle traffic is not allowed.

Crossing the road, the route led through a gate by a farmhouse and then across more walled off moor and then curved down to a gate and then a short rough track in a small wood to the road leading to Wildboarclough which was only around a quarter of a mile away.

The Great Ridge and Cave Dale

Yesterday was windy, today there was no wind, but plenty of cloud and mist.
Leaving Karen at home were she was planning a lazy day, I parked in the layby next to the gate to the path leading past Windy Knoll towards Rowter Farm. There was some sort of running event is progress with runners trotting along the muddy path from Rowter Farm and then up towards Mam Nick.
I changed into my walking boots and also followed the same route heading for Mam Nick, but I went through the gate to the steps leading up to the top of Mam Tor while the runners followed the road through the Nick.
I was soon surrounded by mist as I walked up the steps as I headed towards the trig point in Mam Tor's summit. Passing the trig point I followed the path along the ridge as it descended the continuation of the ridge in the light drizzle and mist.
I was passed by other runners and also mountain bikers (the ridge top path along this section of the ridge is classified as a bridleway) on the rather narrow stone-surface path until I arrived at Hollins Cross where another path rises from Edale to cross the ridge and drop down to Castleton. This was the route taken by the inhabitants of Edale in the distant past to take the dead over to Castleton as Edale had no church at the time.
I sat on a grassy step by the gate in the fence at Hollins Cross to have some tea from my flask. Some walkers nearby came over and asked “is this the way the 'Circular Route' goes”. I explained there was no actual named rout but there were plenty of footpaths if they wanted to follow a circular route. It seemed they had parked near Odin Mine and were making their way along the ridge planning to somehow get back to their starting point. I pointed out the directions to Back Tor and Mam Tor and they seemed happy with that.
I finished my tea and then dropped down from the ridge and out of the mist heading for Castleton. This time I met a couple as they were coming up and the bloke asked “had I turned around to come back down as I'd had enough?”. I answered that no, I hadn't come up this way so I wasn't turning around!
Anyway. I reached the lane leading into Castleton village and walked to the village square and sat on the bench circling a tree by the war memorial and had a flapjack and more tea from my flask.
Having finished my lunch, I left via Cave Dale and eventually reached the track passing Rowter Farm and the across the road to the path passing Windy Knoll where a paraglider pilot was packing away his paraglider after landing near the path having flown from Rushup Edge above.

The car was the next stop.

Misty summit of Mam Tor

Mountain Biker and runners disappearing into the mist

Peveril Castle overlooking Cave Dale

Looking down from the top of Cave Dale

Paraglider landing

Kinder Scout

Up via Grindslow Knoll, down via path east of Ringing Roger. Very windy.
Karen was visiting friends on the Isle of Man and I had another trip to Kinder Scout. The weather forecast was for a dry but cloudy day with a westerly wind around 20 to 30 miles and hour so I decide to walk up vis Grindslow Knoll and then descend via Ringing Roger so that I would have the wind behind me most of the time.
After leaving the car in the main Edale car park I made my way into the village and then followed the start of the Pennine Way before turning off a short while later to start the ascent to Grindslow Knoll.
Near the top I saw a group of 3 oriental people, a young man and two girls who had been in front of me stop and the turn around. They seemed very cold even though they were wrapped up well – it was around 8 degrees with a bit of wind. Then near the higher section with the rough steps a couple were descending and the man told me it was very windy at the summit and pointed to the clouds rapidly being blown down the Gindsbrook valley.
Well, he was right! When I reached the summit of Grindslow Knoll it was so windy it was difficult to stand still. I had been wearing a Paramo Summit Hoodie fleece jacket only so far but with the wind I decided to add a windproof jacket on top so I ducked down in the shelter of one of the small craggy bouldrs and got a Paramo Vista jacket on overt the top.
Instead of walking the path skirting the top of Grindsbrook Clough, I followed the slabbed path leading towards Crowden Clough and the turned right along the slabbed path towards the top of Grindsbrook Clough. Once off the summit, it wasn't nearly as windy, which is what I expected.
So I followed along the edge path as it wended around the northern branch of the Grindsbrook river and then along the northern side of Grindsbrook Clough.
When I got part way between Upper Tor and Nether Tor, I decided to follow a small valley heading northwards and then make my way across the plateau towards Blackden Edge overlooking the Snake Pass.
I made my way along the path on this side of the plateau which has no slabs and hence was more muddy and boggy, but much quieter of course as you get less people around once you get further from Edale.
I could see the trig point at the 590 metre spot height in the distance with a couple of boulder outcrops in between and I then made my way towards the boulders having to make slight detours to get around some rather deep cloughs (the deep channels worn by water in the peat). I lost sight of the trig point but after checking the map I could see there was an indefinite path leading towards Madwoman's Stones, so I just headed that way for a while.
Soon I saw a mountain hare dart off at a gallop as I approached too close. The hare was not yet in its white winter coat and very quickly disappeared.
In the distance I could see Win Hill so I tramped through the rough heather to the right of the hill intending to eventually reach the vicinity of Ringing Roger.
As I approached the southern edge of the plateau, more of the Great Ridge separating the Edale and Hope Valleys grew in view.
I arrived at on of the narrow paths making its way parallel to the edge and after following this for a while, left it for the path which descends from the edge below and to the east of Ringing Roger.
I passed a couple of blokes coming the other way towards The Nab, one with a huge rucksack and the other struggling with a mountain bike. I pointed out that he wasn't really allowed to cycle up a public footpath but anyway I left him to his struggle. He didn't seem to be enjoying himself!

Soon I was back at Grindsbrook Booth and on the way back tot he car park I had a snack at the Penny Pot café next to the train station.