I had not taken into account the Friday afternoon traffic, therefore it was gone 4.00pm when I pulled into the car park at Crowden. As I was getting my kit together I have to say that I was a little perturbed by the pile of broken glass behind my car. A popular spot next to the busy A628 meant that it was not the most salubrious place to leave a vehicle overnight.
The campsite was filling with weekend visitors as we passed by, a queue developing at the barrier by reception. We left the organised ranks of caravans and started the climb towards the disused quarry above Brockholes wood. A guy returning back to the campsite said that he was envious that I was going to spend the night on the moor. With blue skies and light winds I was glad that I was.
The last people I would see that day were passed as we started along the track that contours above Crowden Little Brook. This really is a delightful walk into surprisingly wild country, considering the main Sheffield to Manchester road is nearby. The path stays level for much of the length, providing an easy promenade into the the hidden depths of the valley.
The path eventually turns into a sheep trod as it approaches Wiggin Clough. I had originally planned to continue up to the summit of Black Hill. However I really could not be arsed. We sat by the stream for a while for a snack (well I had a snack whilst Reuben watched intently). A change of plan then saw us climb steep slopes above the clough.
It was a rough slosh across Siddens, the hillside being littered with an aircraft wreck. It was surprising just how far the debris was scattered. Overhead planes were making their descent to Manchester Airport, spoiling any feeling of remoteness.
I had a spot in mind in which to pitch the tent, so we headed across trackless ground to the head of Crowden Great Brook.
I located a great flat, tussock free spot to pitch on. It was about as hidden from prying eyes as its possible to be. I reckon that you could camp there for a week and not be spotted. I’m not saying where it is, get out a map and match the photos to the contours. A good way to boost map reading skills.
I was very keen not to have to drop all the way down into the main valley to fill up my water bottles. I ended up finding a boggy hollow and skimmed reasonably clear water off the top. It was well worth carrying a water filter which soon made it palatable.
Once again I had brought my large and heavy Voyager tent, a comfy palace for myself and Reuben. After darkness I climbed the nearby rocky outcrop and failed to get a good enough mobile signal to call my wife. However it was good to stand there in the darkness, the outlines of the surrounding hills just about visible. Back at the tent I only managed to read for half hour before falling asleep.
I must have felt relaxed as I did not wake until 9.00am and it was 11.30am before I had packed up. A cold wind hinted at rain later that day. We climbed to the twin rocky outcrops to take in the fantastic view. I had been tempted to pitch up there but was glad that I had not as the wind would have been too brisk for a comfortable camp.
We headed up the valley for a short distance before crossing the stream and heading south on the Pennine Way. Here I met a nice couple and their terrier which had its own tiny panniers. Its barking and lunging turned out to be a way of attracting Reuben as she soon offered him her rear end. This offer passed unnoticed by my innocent dog.
Above Laddow Rocks we headed west to the undefined summit of Black Chew Head, an easy bag to add to my list of Dewey hills. Laddow Rocks however are rather impressive, leading the eye towards the brooding hulk of Bleaklow.
We simply followed the Pennine Way back to Crowden, passing this sign that almost tempted me to see if the nearby bogs were dangerous.
I was relieved to find the car where I had left it with all its windows intact.