What on earth has happened to winter. Last weekend I was reclining in several inches of snow waiting to be found by a SARDA dog on their assessment. Driving home from the Chew Valley Sunday lunchtime all you could see was white. People keep posting images on FB of their adventures in Snowdonia, Scotland and the Lakes. Here on the north eastern edge of the Peak District we have had a snap of cold yesterday, now the rain has returned to mush the paths back in to slurry.
The picture above was taken 21st January 2015. That was a real winter, last winter. The snow stayed for ages. I had many adventures in the Peak and a great weekend guiding guests down in Dovedale. We walked in to Dovedale on the Saturday morning and we were the first people there. It was like stepping in to Narnia. Snow muffled sound so we walked along in a sort of funereal procession, all quiet and reverent. The snow blanketed everything, smoothing edges, lots of soft curves. It was deep too. Deep enough for walls to disappear, making navigation over the hills interesting. Take away features and you are left with the contours and nav becomes a whole lot simpler. You had to watch for the drifts of course, some of which were up to fifteen feet deep. Something to remember that weekend.
Now it’s just grey rain, not even cold. Saved a fortune on gas but the electric is higher. A good time to knock off some more of the book, get some more walks written up and the layout sorted.
Tomorrow I am off in to the Dark Peak.