New Years Day, woke with a rainbow over Lightwood. Late morning was a walk up to Lose Hill and part way along the Great Ridge from Castleton.

It was a muddy kind of day with a fair bit of slip sliding away on the way up. Proper windy too with mild peril to Sid’s chest fur and left ear.

Worth it mind. The ridge separates Hope and Edale valleys and the views are spectacular. More handy flagstones lead to Mam Tor at the far end and the sun pitched up to shine the way.

First bit of 2023 learning was about Windy Wappins, Breedy Butts and medieval topography remnants. Who knew?

Back in town, Castleton was winning Christmas style.

And it was fall back in time time at Castleton Garage where the owner was having a cheeky read of ‘Light Car’.

“Do you mind if I take your photo?”

“Er, no.” [Chuckles]

“You just look so at home in here.”

“That’s because I’ve been here forever.”

POSTSCRIPT PRACTICALITIES: Sheep every which way on this walk so dog on a lead.