|A very misty morning on the Kinder Plateau...|
I recently joined a newly formed 'group' on facebook known as Hiking and Camping For UK Adventurers which was formed by a guy by the name of Wayne Freeman. I had asked the question on the page as to whether anyone was up for going out on the weekend, and we arranged to head up to the Dark Peak. The night before, another Wayne (Sanderson) asked to come along and all was set. I'd spoken to Mr Freeman a fair bit before the day, but not at all to Mr Sanderson - but I wasn't at all concerned that the weekend could be boring and conversationless.
We met just before lunchtime in Edale, Freeman getting there before I did and the two of us before Sanderson. We chatted while waiting for the third member of our party to arrive, and conversation was flowing well. It transpired that Freeman had never been up onto the Kinder Plateau, also that he had only really just become interested in wild camping. A few trips to woodland areas with some friends, and he was soon hooked. Hill camping was to be a new experience for Freeman, and he was quick to let me know that he may struggle to keep up. Sanderson soon arrived, and mentioned that he had actually camped on the Kinder Plateau before but wasn't much of a walker himself either. It didn't bother me at all, but that didn't stop Freeman's repeated voicing of his concern that he may be holding us back. (Not to worry mate, you certainly was not!).
The pace allowed me time to fiddle with my new camera, a Nikon D3200 dslr. Numerous controls in manual mode meant that I was almost constantly fiddling to begin with. Unfortunately, the poor light and haziness over the two days and probably my vast inexperience - meant that the pictures didn't really come out as well as I'd hoped. I was also looking forwad to being much more concentrated on the actual camping, as I am still putting the Karrimor Elite Ridge 2 through its paces and this was to be its first wild camp.
|Thick fog enveloped the Kinder Plateau across the whole two days...|
|What a view...|
|Our camp, by night...|
"Mountain Rescue then", I said.
"Yeah, youre right. I can see the red jackets now", he replied.
Maybe we should have looked harder for this whistle blowing person? Well, it turned out that it had been Buxton MRT out on excercise. I only found this out the following afternoon, but I felt relieved that I hadnt been part of ignoring someone that was stranded! Our fears of being moved on were allayed once more, and we all (strangely without mentioning to one another) seemed to drift off to sleep.
Always ringing Sophia before I turn in for the night, I awoke after only having been asleep for about tent minutes; to the sound of Freeman snoring no less! The rain had stopped, as had the worst of the wind. The temperature had certainly dropped, but it must have still been above freezing as there was no frost or ice around outside. A quick check, in vain, for perhaps a clear sky confirmed this. After a phonecall to Sophia, I went to sleep at around midnight being very warm and comfortable. the Exped Synmat is working wonders. I have noticed though, that the last few times I have camped - I have woken in the night feeling a slight chill through my sleeping bag. I seem to be turning the bag over in my sleep so that the bottom of the bag is above me, and the top; below. My Vango Venom has differential fill, and so less down in the underside of the bag. It hasn't been a major issue thus far, but I recently saw an opportunity to buy a very warm winter bag for a very low price. So I will see how I fair with that if it turns out to be the deal it seems.
|The view inside my tent. Glamorous, eh?|
|The view from my tent door...|
We pressed on, to the summit of Grindslow Knoll, and stopped at the cairn for a group photograph. The fog was clearing across Grindsbrook Clough to reveal Ringing Roger and The Nab for a brief moment. Freeman enjoyed seeing where we had started our weekend's walking from a different vantage point. A feeling that I never get tired of myself. The lower we descended, the more the views opened up. Soon we could see right down into Edale Valley and over to The Great Ridge seperating it and the Hope Valley to the south.
|Win Hill, Lose Hill, Back Tor, Hollins Cross and the incline leading to the summit of Mam Tor from left to right...|
Sanderson had to get back home, but Freeman and I celebrated with a lovely breakfast at Coppers Cafe in Edale.
|A well deserved breakfast, that Wayne Freeman treated me to - Thanks dude!|
|Looking back to Edale from the start of the path up The Nab...|
|Walking further into the fog...|
|Morning camp on the Kinder Plateau...|
|Morning, still foggy...|
|Grindslow Knoll Cairn...|
|The fog starts to lift to reveal Edale Valley...|
|Looking to Win Hill and Lose Hill...|