Another Winter Walk

Over Christmas and New Year 2020-21, I went on three reasonably long walks that started from my parents’ house. I wrote about two of them last month, and promised to write about the third this month. Shatton Mast is a very obvious landmark when looking out across the valley from my parents’ house, possibly more so than the larger, but less exposed, cement works I used as a reference in my previous post. The mast relays television signals from the larger Emley Moor Mast (close to where I live) to a band of homes across the northern part of the Peak District National Park.

This is another of those walks that was a short jaunt when I was a teenager with a pony, but feels more daunting when tackling the route by myself on foot. Pandemic restrictions meant that I still hadn’t got round to replacing the hiking boots I more or less walked through in 2020, but I vaguely remembered that the Tarmacked portion of the route ran out after the mast, and happily set of in my sturdiest pair of Converse.

View from the Mast across Ladybower Reservoir

As it transpired, my memory had played tricks on me, and while the surface wasn’t muddy, it certainly wasn’t Tarmac, and long steep stretches of it were covered with sheet ice. Not that I was deterred. Wanting to be careful of the camera Dad had passed on to me (not to mention my legs), I purposely avoided taking any photos on the way up, in order to find a safe route through the ice.

Looking back down the road to the Mast: definitely not Tarmac

At the mast, I chatted briefly with a fellow walker, who had over taken me earlier, but had then paused to appreciate the view. Then he continued on his way along Shatton Edge, while I began my photo log with some attempts to spot my parents’ house and then started back down.

Looking down at the oarents’ house on extreme zoom (on right, with motorhome in front)

On the way back, I encountered a flock of sheep, a farmer repairing a dry stone wall (not in a place I could get a good photo of), and somewhat less ice, because the sun had been shining on it. I also spotted a couple of the Advent Trail windows that were still on display in the village.

Chunky Sheep

There are other window-display trails going on this month, in place of regular local events that are on hold due to Lockdown, and I’m hoping to drag a work colleague round one of them this coming weekend. I may post about that next month, although I’m also involved in an immersive theatre project at present, which may also be of interest to people.

Window display in the house that used to be a sweet shop


    • Thanks. Mum loves that series and I’ve read most of her copies, so I do spend some time looking out for places that inspired the stories and recognising places I know in the books.


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