The bunk house basks in the early morning sun ...




... and life stirs in the valley.




Some taking of piccies and tying of shoe laces.

We stop awhile to admire how dry stone walls and the "not so dry" stone buildings blend into the hilly landscape.




It's a shady spot to discuss ...




... the world in general and the walk in particular.




We're off again, taking piccies all the while.




The old oak frames the hills and our party nicely.




Onwards and ever upwards.




Rounded hills and green valleys characterise the Peak District.

We stop for lunch at Brown Knoll (569 m), and the picture shows that I have committed the cardinal error of photographing against the sun.




Yours truely and a pile of stones. I don't know why people can't make better cairns.




We come up into the Kinder Scout area (mass tresspass in the thirties) and admire the rock formations ...




... which frame the way we came up.




I think we are at the "Swine's Back". It certainly looks like it.




A bit more of the "Back" as we look towards sunny Manchester.




This is also a nice sunny place to stop for water and some banter.




Further we go and see a rock, which has probably stood here for aeons, guarding Edale Civil Parish.




The rock seems stick its nose into Edale C.P. to the south ...




... but also shows us the way ahead.




We try and move the rock, but it will have none of it.




We set off again, and peer down on Jacob's Ladder. It looks as if the earth is round.




We go round the bend ...




... and see the Woolpacks.




A close up of some of the sculptures.




Easter Island statues. Whose head is it?




We are a forward looking lot!




More stones and landscape ...




... and then we reach a stony and watery groove ...




... which we cross without incident.




A salute to the world in general and Barabara Hepworth in particular.




Phew! What a sculpture! Elephants socialising?

Is this Britain's stoniest footpath?




It's all in day's work for IVC stalwarts.




This is what we've done so far. Still a few more stones to bounce over.




We reach the end of the "really interesting" bit and admire the way ahead to the pub in Edale.




We tarry awhile for water refuelling and some general banter.




Foxgloves stand guard over the onward descent.




We get closer to our chosen watering hole in Edale, soaking in the shade of some passing clouds.

In the valley, and after the pub, we espy a bit of living railway history.
Not a figment of an imbiber's imagination - honest!
A time-honoured semaphore signal is still in use on the Manchester - Sheffield Line!




The hills are alive with the setting sun.
Our evening repast at the bunkhouse beckons.