“Lucky stream!” said my 10 year old daughter Loz. The path was getting steeper now and pretty much followed the stream which was bubbling away downhill in the opposite direction to us. Just before Riding House Farm we crossed a little brook hidden in the shade and carried on northbound. However, there was no denying it looked spectacular. I often dislike seeing what is to come from a walk as I prefer the sense of suspense and surprise from the unknown. The path hugged a strip of trees with exceptional views of the ridge up above us stretching between Lose Hill and Mam Tor, our route for the day. On to a rough little track we made a right turn and then a sharp left over a style onto a footpath heading North up to Lose Hill itself. Tents were dotted around as we trudged up around the back of the main building. Built in 1882 it now acts as cheap accommodation for thousands of teenagers each year and boasts 27 acres of attarctive grounds. Luscious trees provided some shade as the lane wound up past the rather handsome Gothic mansion Losehill Hall. Luckily, we only had to endure this road for approximately 100 yards because our route was a right turn into the Youth Hostel grounds of Losehill Hall – sadly this involved re-crossing the road! Out of the campsite gate we took care in crossing the main Hope to Castleton road (the A6187) which often has boy racers speeding along it and turned right towards Castleton itself. We had looked at the OS map and had decided on a route from Lose Hill to Mam Tor in order to get our daily fix of spectacular Derbyshire views.
Having run out when climbing Tryfan in Snowdonia in similar conditions, we had learnt our lesson well.
Mam tor walks full#
On that summer’s day in scorching heat we made sure our flasks were full to the brim with as much cool water as we could carry. Definitely an area ripe for camping with great walks and pubs in abundance (my two favourite things – ummm after my family of course….!) It’s situated roughly halfway between Macclesfield and Sheffield and is close to some other gorgeous honeypots like Edale and Hope. When the sun is shining, is there a better place to be in the world than Good Ol’ Blighty? This was the thought percolating in my head as we wove our way out of the Caravan and Motorhome Club in Castleton via the dog walking path on site.Ĭastleton is an extremely charming little village nestled under a range of picturesque hills in the Northern Peak District.
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