Sunday, 4 February 2018

February wild camp on Kinder...in the cold

Dale has an ambition...This year he's hoping, like me, to manage a wild camp at least once a month. He's planned a night on Kinder somewhere...so I agree to join him...on the strict understanding there'll be no jokes.

We head out from our home in Hayfield, on a bright, dry winter's afternoon, to pick up a route over Burnt Hill and past the Liberator wreck site. Dale ain't been 'ere before. I should add that he might well be better at photo-ography than wot I am. So I'll be sure to acknowledge which piccies he took.

Photo by Dale

After a brief stop, while I bore Dale with my knowledge of the crash (both on board survived) we carry on up towards Mill Hill. It's a grand late afternoon.


Photo by Dale

Photo by Dale

I'm in the lead, of course, cos Dale might be clever with photies but he ain't quite as clever as me at finding yer way around this bit o' Kinder. 

After Mill Hill, we reach this familiar marker/signpost at Ashop Head...


...where we strike out, like proper adventurers, across the open wastes of the Ashop valley towards  the wreckage of the Sabres. Keen readers will know James and I were up here in December. Dale and others shoulda been here (or there) too but they weren't...long story.

Wading through deep snow (not really, but it sounds good dunnit?) we eventually find the wreckage.

Photo by Dale


After a few minutes contemplating the fate of the two pilots who lost their lives here, we move to a respectful distance before seeking out a place for our tents. The ground's far wetter than when James and I were here in December. But after some faffing about we settle on the driest of the wet bits...and erect our shelters.



It's chilly. Just a little above zero. Chrissie used our tent last night, out with Fran. So it's wet, and ice forms on the flysheet as I begin to guy it out.

We're soon both settled into our private cocoons and the long winter's night.

In the early hours of the morning, more snow falls. The tents are covered.


I breakfast in the warmth of my down bag...


...before venturing outside to view the snow covered valley properly.



Photo by Dale

Photo by Dale

In freshly fallen snow, the atmosphere is magical. I love waking to scenes like this.

Decamping at a leisurely pace, we leave, trudging through the white stuff. Up to Ashop Head then onto the Snake Path, back home.

Dale wins two prizes. The first, for telling no jokes. The second, for taking some stunning pics.

What a fine way to spend a night.

Thanks Dale.



8 comments:

  1. Phantasmagorical, looks a brilliant night out. Dale's photos are are quite impressive too. Well done the pair of you.

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    1. Thanks Dawn. Dale's a bit of a smarty pants with a camera πŸ˜ŠπŸ‘

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  2. Excellent Geoff. Seems like a good combination. You take charge of the expeditions and let Dale do the clicking....😁 Don't knock your own pictures though. You've captured loads of goodyins on your outings. loved the views in the morning with the fresh snow. You're off the mark mate. Two down, ten more to go. πŸ˜‰πŸ‘

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    1. Thanks Andy. Best wishes to you and the family.

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  3. Hey Geoff! Your photographic skills have really improved since your last blog post. Well done fella!

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  4. Dale does take a good photo doesn't he (yours are quite good as well of course) :)
    Spectacular stuff!

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