Still, 14 months after moving here, weekends largely involve sticking the pin in Peak District walking books/websites. Roughly within a 10 mile radius, no mountaineering or ‘scrambling’ (vivid childhood memories) and a circular gig. Today, the pin fell on Shatton. In a week in which I, and others at work, felt pretty shat on, that’ll do.

A cheerful Sheffield resident pointed out myriad directions to take with brief commentary on each, before striding off, tinny radio in hand, towards Hope.

A walk through the village, turn left up the lane with a ford that demands a miniature wooden bridge, steady climb up the narrow road until you reach a byway (became a bit obsessed with byways).

The byway, a wide track between dry stone wallage slowly turned around the top in a glorious sweep offering giant puddles and panoramic views of the Hope Valley, distant peaks, Abney and more. A cheeky glimpse of the Derwent valley reservoir where Dambusters was filmed in the distance. Passed a small group of people learning orienteering skills, carefully studying laminated maps with keen interest and windswept chops.

Sid and more animal joyousness. A pint and nosh at the community owned pub and post office at Bamford.

Gotta love a byway.

And not a bad way to walk off frustration and disappointment.

[Practicalities: can start from Bamford Station and walk 500 metres to Shatton, if driving, there’s parking just off the narrow bridge into the village. This walk was about 10 km with a gradual climb up and back down.

Sheep lower down, dog off the lead once you reach the byway (with a bit of attention around dry stone wall gaps in places)]