Chrome Hill from Earl Sterndale

Leaving the car parked by the church in Earl Sterndale, Karen and I crossed the road to start following the public footpath starting at the Quiet Woman, the village pub.
After crossing several fields with either cows quietly chewing grass or sheep trying to find a shady spot with the warm sun making an appearance, even though it wasn't too hot at around 20 degress.
We eventually reached the road from Glutton Bridge and followed it as far as the farm of Glutton Grange where we left the road to follow another public footpath across fields to meet a farm track. After following the track for a short distance, it was back into fields with spectacular view of the limestone reef knolls of Parkhouse Hill and the even larger Chrome Hill.
This took us to the minor road leading up Dowal Dale pass Owl Hole en route. We left the road to follow a tarmaced track and the the stony drive of Stoop Farm followed by another left turn onto a Permissive Path leading across towards Chrome Hill and then steeply down hill in the field to reach a stile over the fence around the hill.
Soon we were making our way up the short steep section to reach the start of the huge limestone fin forming Chrome Hill. Karen was feeling a bit under the weather with hay fever and chose to follow the lower route along the side of Chrome Hill while I kept to the crest of the hill enjoying the short sections of easy scrambling.
Soon I was on the very windy and surprisingly empty summit, but as Karen was below somewhere I continued on and started the steep descent of the far side of the hill.
I reached the lovely sycamore with the memorial plaques dedicated to local farmer Bill Etches and waited for Karen to arrive, which she did not long after.
We continued on dropping down the last little section pausing for a short sit-down and drink in the sun until the wind persuaded us to be on our way.
Skirting around Parkhouse Hill (again a nice route but very steep on this side and very hard on the knees when dropping down the other side), we passed many ewes and their lambs until wee were back at the Glutton Bridge road at the same point as earlier.
We crossed the road and then followed the same route back to our starting point.

After changing out of our walking boots, we had a cold drink and pork pie in the pub.