|Horse Hay Coppice|
The woodland was quite short lived and we soon came upon the picturesque village of Froggatt after crossing a few fields. Here we spotted a rather unusual looking tent over in the distance - it looked like it probably belonged to scouts or guides but was a pretty retro design. Along the short stretch of road we had to walk along the houses all sported extremely well kept gardens and these were being lit nicely by the emergence of the sun. At Froggatt we changed banks on the Derwent, crossing via a wonderful old arched bridge. On the far side as I went to look at the bridge more closely I spotted a grey wagtail right in front of me on the bank. It hung around long enough to tempt me into getting my camera out and ready then promptly flew off – what a tease!
|Water Board House|
We crossed underneath another main road at this point via a rather gloomy subway that seemed a little out of place here in the countryside. We passed alongside a housing estate and then it was back to the same pattern of crossing fields and passing through small wooded areas alongside the river until we got to Baslow. Always pleasant walking we were surrounded by the noises of sheep and overhead birds – mostly crows and the odd buzzard rather than singing birds. The views across to the Gritstone edges were splendid too now that we were a bit further back from them.
|Heading Into Baslow|
|Cricket at Chartwell|