Tidza Ramblers

12 November , 2017 | 0 Comments | Filed under: 2017, December 2017

It’s a misconception to think November days are dull. We avoided the steep path to Win Hill taken on a previous occasion, preferring instead the gradual ascent from
Hope station. The view from the top was breathtaking with moors dappled in sunlight and trees various shades of green, orange and bronze. From this distance the viaduct looked
as though it had been whitewashed in contrast with the blue of the sky and water. We stopped for lunch in warm sunshine close to Ladybower. Rather than an expanse of a
grey dam wall this one is landscaped in immaculately maintained grass. However should this all sound too good to be true, do read on.
The path up from the reservoir was a quagmire and much squelching and slithering ensued. A cyclist, spattered from top to toe, told us that his nearest and
dearest would insist he return home via the back door. In a popular song years ago mud was described as glorious, however it’s doubtful whether firsthand experience was
involved. Fortunately it was then just a leisurely stroll back to Hope.
It was fine too for the bonfire later. The moon was almost full and stars exceptionally bright.

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