A sunday afternoon bimble – White, Curbar and Froggatt edges

by backpackingbongos

The weekend did not go to plan.  I was meant to set off after work on Friday to join some friends for my birthday in our usual bothy like haunt in the Black Mountains.  A last minute dash to the vets for our cat Jasmine instead meant that the weekend trip was cancelled so we could look after her.  Thankful that the cat was ok I still sat there on the Saturday looking at the blue skies wishing that I was in the wilds of Wales.  Being my birthday weekend and that I was dreaming of the hills, my non hillwalking partner decided that she would join me for an ‘easy’ walk on the Sunday.  I settled on the eastern edges as they are only an hour from our house and you can park high up, taking away the need to put in much effort.

But first there is Hathersage to spend an hour or so in looking around the gear shops, fondling technical fabrics.  All I can say is that my bank account is much smaller but my backpacking sack will now be a little bit lighter.  I may even get to do a couple of gear posts!  It’s a real shame that Outside in Hathersage no longer does any discounts.  It’s a great shop but not the cheapest, no amount of haggling will get you anything off in there now.

With a late start leaving Nottingham, some gear shopping and a deli lunch meant that it was 2.00pm by the time we left the car park.

6.9 miles with 250 metres ascent

The National Trust car park on the Longshaw estate is a good springboard for White edge.  We soon passed White edge lodge and were on the edge itself.  Not the most spectacular of the eastern edges it does give good all round views and a sense of space which is needed after spending the week cooped up in a City.  Time for a sit down to take in the view!

We followed the edge south to the trig point and I was rather dismayed at seeing it swarming with one of those giant groups that hike in the Peaks.  I stood my distance, scowling and glaring as I can’t pass a trig point without saying hello and patting it on its head.  They soon headed off in a 100 metre long column, single file and being led by a man in the biggest baggy shorts imaginable.  Middle age has not even arrived and I am getting grumpy!

A short moorland crossing on a vague path led us to Curbar edge which although much lower than where we had previously been is much more dramatic.  Even though it is just over 300 metres above sea level it seems much much higher and the views down into the Derwent valley are great, even on a dull misty day.

Time for a sit down to take in roughly the same view but from a different perspective!

It’s a great promenade along Curbar edge which descends and turns into the silver birch lined Froggatt edge.  Where one edge and the other finishes I don’t know.

Before the dash back to the van we visited a spot that I have had an eye on the map for a while now.  There is a tightening of contours and a cliff symbol just north west of the Grouse inn called Tumbling Hill.  This really has to be one of the best viewpoints I have visited in the Peaks.  A lofty perch giving views along the upper Derwent valley with the high moors in the distance.  A place to sit and take it all in.

And yes as you may have noticed in the photos, you can buy a Paramo jacket in bright pink, as modelled by Corrina!


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6 Comments to “A sunday afternoon bimble – White, Curbar and Froggatt edges”

  1. Birthday + new gear. Add in a walk and happy birthday. I wont ask your age 🙂

  2. Cheers Martin. I am a very young man, that is all you need to know!

  3. Aha! ‘fondling technical fabrics’. There are, James, a number of specialist websites and even one or two glossy magazines that cater for the discerning gentleman who likes the feel of three-ply gore-tex against the skin!

    Anyway, a belated happy birthday and all the best.

    • Pete I do have to admit to buying those glossy mags and spending too much time looking at specialist websites. I call it hill porn.

  4. The eastern and southern Peak are famous for those snaking chains of r*mbl*rs aren’t they?. You can be grumpy about those at any age, especially when they cluster in an impenetrable ring around the trig point or summit cairn!. That was a particularly monstrous specimen.
    Outside are good, they had a refreshingly wise young chap in the footwear section (which makes a change from the usual mantra-like claptrap about heavy boots), he really knew his stuff. I hope he’s still there.

    • The word rambler is definately a swear word Geoff, getting in my way with their chatter! I do like outside, just wish it was cheaper.

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