Our piece of heaven

Some may think differently but we think we are lucky enough to work shifts, this means we can take midweek breaks when they allow and when it fits in around other commitments. Plus this also means some of the sites aren’t so busy which is always a bonus.

So Monday arrived, we were due to finish later in the day but had put a few hours in so we could finish at lunch, that morning dragged along dreadfully but eventually escaped and drove home to collect Pod.

  
Once the car was packed up we were out the door by 1pm heading in the direction of Castleton Caravan Club Site.

We’d managed to miss the evening rush hour and because Pod is so small we took the quicker route down Winnats Pass and arrived at the site just after 2pm.

   
 
The site was smaller than most but the pitches were surprisingly large and spaced out, we didn’t feel hemmed in on the one we chose, although with hindsight we probably should have picked a pitch not so close to the main road, this wasn’t too much of an issue as we were out all day and by mid evening the traffic was reduced to a trickle.

  
Pod was soon set up so we walked the short distance into Castleton which turned out to be a lovely little village, full of cafes, pubs and small independent shops. Rain decided to make an appearance, once we had done a tour of the village we popped into The Peak Hotel for a pint.. or two, Farmers Blonde and Old Peculiar were followed by a pint of Black Sheep. 

   

   
It had a great selection of shorts and a nice atmosphere, we sat down with our drinks and the manager lit the wood fire so we sat back and enjoyed the crackle and heat from the logs. The food being brought out also looked appetising, very tempting but we had a curry waiting back at Pod.

The chicken curry didn’t take long to cook on our little two ring hob and the rain didn’t look like it was going anywhere so we settled down to eat in the awning which was by now very cosy due to our little fan heater.

Dishes washed and the map was out on the table, time to plan our walk for the next day. After much turning of the map and scrunching up of faces a route was found. It took us from the main carpark in Edale, towards Grindslow House and up the hill to Kinder Scout, once there down Pennine Way and Jacobs Ladder, leading us back to Pod.

The plan was set and off for our showers we went. Only one toilet block on this site and the facilities were clean but a little tired, showers were hot and depending on which you were in depended on how powerful it was. Could of done with a bottle of bleach down the shower drains too, it was a little off putting to say the least.

   
 
Cup of tea on our return and off to bed we went to watch TV and catch up on events on the news channel, we didn’t last long and sleep came easily listening to the rain dancing on the roof of Pod.

Woke to a dry day but the forecast hinted at rain through the morning so rucksacks were loaded with the usual provisions and our waterproofs.

   
 
Short drive to the carpark and paid our £5.00 for the day, rucksacks were strapped on and off we set heading in the direction of the church and school. 

  
 Once we’d passed the school we took a right just before Grindslow House and crossed a small stream which took us up a set of spectacular steps onto a wide stone path.

  
  
Following this took us over our second brook and wonderful curved wooden bridge, up the hill beside Grinds Brook and along the heather lined clay path.

   

   

  
We soon began to climb upwards and this took us from one side of the widening stream to the other, the track was now very muddy due to the rain of the previous night and it was impossible to decide which side of the stream was best to climb along.

   
 
After crossing from one side to the other we eventually had no choice but to stick to the left side as we were soon faced with a shear rock face on the right.

  
The stream was flowing fast over the chunky flat slate rocks which had turned a shiny black from the water, the water itself was peat coloured and all in all it looked more like an intricately designed waterfall flowing with a golden coloured good local ale, it was incredible to see how over the years it had cut its own design through the rock face. Only thing to come along and spoil it was the rain, and boy did it rain.

A light shower hit as we began the steep climb up to the top so waterproof coats were put on as we regretfully left this beautiful image behind, half way through our climb the heavens opened and we decided not to stop to put waterproof trousers on in the hope it would pass quickly, it didn’t.

We battled on upwards, over boulders and up the path that had turned into a free flowing waterfall to arrive at the top like two sodden wretches. The rain didn’t let up and the wind decided to join in too. Our lower halves were soaked by this point and we decided it was pointless to put waterproof trousers on and began our walk along the stone path in the direction of Kinder Scout.

Now Kinder Scout is well known for being boggy and the current weather conditions didn’t make it a sensible route, drenched we may have been for not putting all our waterproofs on when we had the chance but we still had some sense remaining, after assessing the waterlogged route we had already taken and speaking to other walkers we made the decision to not walk directly across Kinder Scout and head round the cliff face towards Crowden Brook and Tower.

   
 
Once this decision was made the clouds disappeared, the sun came out and we thankfully dried off in no time. The walk along was relatively flat and we soon set our eyes on the boulders of Wool Pack, they were incredible to see, you first see extremely large rock formations and as you pass through these off into the distance there are numerous others dotted along the landscape, some resting precariously on others, they looked like someone had sprinkled them along the edge, ready to tumble over the edge at one push. 

   
 
We passed Pym Chair and Noe Stool and this eventually began to take us down to where the path meets the Pennine Way.

   
   
As we walked towards Jacobs Ladder we spotted what looked like a tent in the distance and weren’t sure if there was more than one, as we walked nearer it became clear only one tent was to be seen.

   
 
It was in a slightly dishevelled state and we were curious to know if anyone was actually using it or if it had been abandoned. But what a strange place to leave it if that was the case. MB had a personal battle of will and managed to refrain from taking a peek inside so we carried on with our walk down Jacobs Ladder giving the odd glance back towards this lonely eery looking image on the hill.

   
 
Once at the bottom we followed the path past Lee House and onto the road towards Upper Booth. At the telephone box we turned left and walked through the farm to walk along the Pennine Way which gave us the opportunity when passing Broadlee-Bank Tor to look up towards the rocks and boulders we had been amongst a few hours earlier.

   
 
We eventually passed a caravan site on our right and the path brought us out opposite the school we had seen on our way up. Following the road back we walked under the railway bridge and turned left to where the car was amongst half a dozen left on the carpark.

The wonderful little ‘ap’ we had set running at the beginning informed us we had walked 13.70km in 5.21.33 (lunch included) and apparently 20090 of LB’s steps.

  
Back to Pod we went and after welcome hot showers we settled down in the awning, reviewed all our pictures and planned our return when we will most definitely get to take that route across Kinder Scout.

The area of Castleton and the Peak District has been an amazing discovery for us, the colour and the variety of the terrain is breath taking. The caravan site is well situated and the large pitches will always make it a favourite for us, just hope the showers smell a little sweeter next time. We will be back to discover more and as it’s on our doorstep we’d be fools not to.

A little foot note here.. You may have noticed our stuffed friend sat on our rucksacks in the back of the car. We’ve discovered that Podders and caravanners (maybe campers too ?) seem to have a dog. 

  
 Well, we have two, but one is an old gent of 18+ and the other had cancer in her front leg so now only has three. Needless to say neither of them are up to the walking we get up to, so..

  
Meet Poddington, a fitting name (donated by one of our FB friends x) for our stuffed companion who will join us on our treks and appear in strange places you probably never thought you’d see any dog, let alone a stuffed one ;).

  

About 2B's in a Pod

Man. Woman. Micro Tourer. Walking. Kayaking. Travel. See. Eat. Drink. Love. Breathe deep, relax and experience all life has to offer.
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