There’s no chance of solitude here – not on a sunny Saturday in early autumn. We were surrounded by walkers, dogs, cyclists, climbers and even paragliders today, but it felt companionable, a happy place.
I was quite taken with the paragliders, lying in what looked like sleeping bags, floating gently over the hills. They looked so peaceful up there (even if they did get so close at times we could have handed them a cuppa).
This walk was part of the Sheffield Country Walk, which runs for a very specific 53.5 miles around the edge of the city. I have a not-so-secret plan to walk the whole way round over the next few months. We started here, with Section 3, because it was closest to home, and I can’t decide whether to do the rest of the sections in order, or pick and choose on a whim.
I confess it was Very Nice Indeed to stomp about without worrying about saving my legs for a long run…