As the weather gets milder, it’s time to don the leaky walking boots, and head off into the Peak District again. This time it’s Dovedale, starting at the village of Hartington in Derbyshire, near the border with Staffordshire.
The village itself is not unlike a village in the Yorkshire Dales, with quaint stone buildings, a couple of earthy pubs with low oak-beamed ceilings and the obligatory ice cream/tea shop. And it provides several routes into the countryside, and paths lined with dry stone walls.
Once walking along the river dove, you find a rather-too-civilised path—something I’m not used to seeing on country walks, and something which gives me a strange feeling I can’t quite put my finger on.
Maybe the paths spoil the photos. Maybe I like to feel that I’m being slightly more adventurous. It’s not as though there are hundreds of people walking around here. I hardly saw a soul.