INTO THE HIGH PEAK

Some scenic pics for you from a week ago, as I take the slow train to Manchester and jump off (not literally) at cheery Chinley.

A trio of Old Boys in hiking gear discussed the pubs at all the stops, raising hopes that they were local CAMRAs about to score ALL the pubs in the Hope Valley, but sadly they stayed on past Chinley, and were probably off to cause havoc in Marple.

In 1827 Joel Henry Clayton from nearby Bugsworth (as was) swam to the USA and founded Clayton, California at the foot of Mount Diablo.

Clayton’s main pub looks a corker;

Here in Derbyshire, the most celebrated boozer is a more sedate affair. Follow the finger.

(NB Stephanie currently on furlough).

I didn’t need to revisit the Old Hall, but my tick in Whaley wasn’t open for an hour and it would have been rude to walk past and not say hello.

An upmarket all-rounder, winner of numerous awards, including “Best Pub Blankets 2017”.

I picked the beer with the smallest pump clip. “Good choice, it’s brewed down the road” said the charming and informative barmaid. I didn’t say I’d only picked it as it had the smallest pump clip.

I sat outside in the heat and listened to posh Derbyshire getting slightly sozzled; nature is healing. “I just want to swan around” said a lady contemplating early retirement. Me too.

The Big Stone Beer was a cool, tasty Belgian style red that was as good as you could hope in 28 degrees.

Just because it was there, I considered using the bell to order another, but then I realised the toilet facilities along the Peak Forest Trail were less than ideal.

And no, Eccles Pike is NOT the home of the Eccles cake, Simon.

7 thoughts on “INTO THE HIGH PEAK

  1. Gah! I started to cut and paste in response to your comment in the previous post, so I’m going to continue quickly here.

    “Some scenic pics for you from a week ago”

    There’s scenic… and then there’s scenic. (cough – helicopter rides past glaciers) ๐Ÿ™‚

    “as I take the slow train to Manchester and jump off (not literally)”

    Oh, c’mon. It was the ‘slow’ train for goodness sake.

    “In 1827 Joel Henry Clayton from nearby Bugsworth (as was) swam to the USA and founded Clayton, California at the foot of Mount Diablo.”

    Swam to California from the UK eh? I take it he created the Panama canal on his way to California? ๐Ÿ˜‰

    “Claytonโ€™s main pub looks a corker;”

    We have something similar in Rose’s camp. We call it the boot graveyard. She purloined a pair for me in early June, after mice ate through the heels of both my left and right boot while we were out of camp for a week. Sadly, the boots she found for me gave me colourful toes. I may link to a photo of said toes… after a few beer one day.

    “(NB Stephanie currently on furlough).”

    Darnit!* Beat me to it.
    (note the term ‘darnit’ goes well with the boot photo)

    “and it would have been rude to walk past and not say hello.”

    I take it you don’t mean the robust definition for rude; that would have been appropriate, in a way.

    “I didnโ€™t say Iโ€™d only picked it as it had the smallest pump clip.”

    You know what they say… small pump clip… big… taste? ๐Ÿ™‚

    “Me too.”

    Blimey. Surely ‘swan’ is your middle name by now.

    “The Big Stone Beer was a cool, tasty Belgian style red that was as good as you could hope in 28 degrees.”

    See, this is why I don’t torment myself by reading this whilst up in camp… where alcohol is forbidden and during my last two weeks in, my camp never got over 10C (Rose’s camp woke up last Thursday to a balmy 2C!)

    “but then I realised the toilet facilities along the Peak Forest Trail were less than ideal.”

    (slow golf clap)

    “And no, Eccles Pike is NOT the home of the Eccles cake, Simon.”

    Pfft. Everyone knows it’s named after Eccles from the Goon Show. ๐Ÿ™‚

    And with that I’m off to comment quickly on LAF’s latest… and then I have to pack for our trip; that is, if my darling wife left me any room for clothes after her spending spree this morning for our grandkids. ๐Ÿ˜‰

    Cheers!

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      1. I am in a quandary. If I say no, then… why am I posting? ๐Ÿ˜‰

        But, sadly, no… for the time being. I will be back on hiatus for the next week at least. Though I may try to sneak a post in before we head back to camp.

        I’ll be back in October some time, fer sure! ๐Ÿ™‚

        Cheers

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