January 19th:

As planned, all turned out with various degrees of enthusiasm, the weather was blanket fog and it was raining. The trip over Brown Knoll was wet and reliant on a good sense of direction. In the long held tradition of the DPC, the tactic, as always, was to wait until we were lost before consulting a map.

Fortunately the low cloud lifted and views started to appear as the top of Jacobs Ladder came into view. The walk up the hill to CrowdenTower gave an atmospheric view across to Mam Nic, swirling clouds and the promise of sunshine.  Then eastwards along the edge of the Kinder plateau to Grindslow Knoll where the views were now opening up and the sun warming the day.

Lunch was taken at the knoll and spirits lifted mostly from 2 hip flasks that made an unexpected appearance. With Rod winning the Gold award for the peat smoked 16-Year-Old Lagavulin, very rich and thick, good fruity sweetness; unlike Rod.

February 16th:

There was a good turn out of 12 for the walk as follows:

Crowther, Eastwood, E.Shawcross and guest John, R.Shawcross, Cotton, Pierce, Clowes, Browne, Brown, Johnson, Chatburn. D Grayson came for tea, Chatburn did not.

The walkers met at Hope station the plan being to take the train to Chinley and then walk back to Hope via Kinder. Joint leader Cotton was surprised by several extras who had replied to his Tiscali e mail which he had not been monitoring. Fortunately joint leader Pierce later used his culinary skills to stretch out the meal.

It was a lovely winter’s morning, and from the train we could see traces of snow from a recent snowfall, so all looked well for a good winter walk. The conductor on the train was generous to joint leader Cotton. As having said he would collect the fare for his ticket as he came back up the train as he didn’t have the right change on coming back he said he wasn’t going to charge Cotton and resolutely ignored the barracking from the DPC walkers who had paid for their tickets.

We took slightly the wrong route out of Chinley and had to take a footpath which crossed some quite rough ground before getting back on track for the route towards South Head. As we got high up to the track leading to South Head looking back we could see that Crowther seemed to be struggling in the vanguard on his own below. Johnson, Cotton and Shawcross E dropped back down to see how he was. Whatever it was, Crowther was clearly not going well and Johnson kindly offered to accompany him off the hill and said they would meet us later for tea which they did and Crowther by then seemed fine.

March 16th:

There were no cavers or climbers due partly to the broken femur sustained by Rob whilst cycling to work.

Members arrived at the Lett Inn at the allotted time, and were then lead away by Bob Grayson whilst the landlord breathed a sigh of relief and went back to work.

Various routes eventually took us to Ilam, and a brief stop was allowed to refuel before heading over to a windy ascent of Thorpe Cloud and another refuel in the lee of the summit. The descent blew one or two of their feet, which did not bode well for the number of inexperienced looking making the ascent. A very busy traverse of Dovedale was made with Syd and Geoff reminiscing on the routes climbed in their ‘youth.’ Hulme End was reached, then Alstonefield, followed by ascents of Gratton Hill, Narrowdale Hill and Wetton Hill (not by all), and a descent to Wetton and the Royal Oak and a welcome from Mein Host. Beer and meal followed.

April 25th - 27th:


Tony Crowther and Axel met Richard Harris and Mike Johnson on the East side of Haweswater close to the old corpse road to Swindale Head. 

Richard led us up the corpse road, initially steep and zigzag, until it levelled off.  He then struck off South to Selside Pike (655m - 2148ft) where there was a primitive shelter from the wind and we ate our lunch.

We then proceeded in the cloud along the fence to Artlecrag Pike (713m - 2338ft), passing the Pillar on the way.  Descent, then, to Gatescarth Pass and down the steep track to Mardale Head where it came on to rain quite hard and we got wet walking back to the cars.


Richard and Axel left the Starkey Hut in light rain and headed up to Boardale Hause, from where we took the path to Angle Tarn. Climbing up, we proceeded to Beda Fell where it was quite windy and we wondered how our friends would be faring on Striding Edge.  By the time we got to Beda Head the sun was out and the day much improved. Richard rang home on his mobile to enquire if his wife had bought a horse while he was away.  She had!  We then went down into Martindale and past St. Martin's church to take the path over to Steel End and Howtown.  On the way we stopped on a bench, with a good view down the valley which runs towards Sandwick, to eat our lunch. After lunch we made it to the Howtown Hotel for a drink and hoped to meet Mike and Tony who were walking there by the lakeside path. However, it later transpired that they must have left by the front door just as we entered by the back.  After waiting some

April 25th - 27th:

Some 14 ex 16 members and guests attended. Casualties (absentees) included the co-leader (Griff - unwell) and the VPs guest (Mike White - traffic problems). 

After meeting Geoff & Brian at the hut c.1pm Syd, Rod, John E., Geoff and Brian B., headed for Lower Grisedale. Despite drizzle, ropes and block and tackle were taken.  Having eventually found Thornthwaite Crag and decided it to be suitably moist Syd led a couple of routes - Grisedale Slabs (D) and Kneewrecker Wall (VD) some runners were used and several seconds followed.

Despite appalling weather 9 mountaineers including the P and VP headed up Grisedale with Striding Edge in mind. In view of strong wind and rain the party was mindful to avoid the crest and instead took the leeside 'path' and on reaching the final slopes gained the summit either by the gully or the ridge scramble. Thanks to Rod for leading the party on the Edge and to Syd for acting as sweeper at the rear. On the summit of Helvellyn a debate on the descent route was decided by a vote: 8 for Dollywagon: 1 for Raise. The President was in the minority of 1! Feeling frisky, 7 of us ascended Fairfield, the VP somewhat delayed by scientific  studies.  Uncharacteristically the DPC waited for him to catchup.  Meanwhile at Grisedale Hause, Hugh and Glyn had decided to opt out of Fairfield and returned to the hut over St Sunday Crag. The magnificent 7 continued from Fairfield over St Sunday Crag to the hut.

On Sunday Rod, Syd & John E took a not so gentle stroll up to Angle Tarn, returning to close the loop back to the hut via Hayes Water.  The weather was kind to us - rain came only in the last 2 km.

Many thanks to all of you for mucking in on catering and bottle emptying so helping to offset the loss of Griff.

July 18th - 20th:

A tiny trio toiled tirelessly in seemingly tropical heat and humidity round “Johnson’s route”. The Londoners were somewhat left standing by Mike’s vigour, particularly along trails made invisible by shoulder-high bracken. Luckily Mike was persuaded to slow his royal progress with various stops for excellent beer, ice cream and people watching. Despite traversing delightful countryside few people were encountered away from the pubs and Chatsworth itself. However, the few unlucky souls who did come close to Mike’s wobbly trajectory had to endure the usual unappreciated public utterances. Despite strict prior warnings from Hood, one such was a request of a mother for Mike to have his way with her daughter on a style. The Londoners “made their usual excuses” and hurried on to Curbar car park where all the naughty boys were found to be out too late. They were admonished and escorted securely back to the hut in “Mummy” Geoff’s car for a splendid tea. (Mike J, Martin C, Jon H)

19th October:

On a pleasant, sunny Autumnal morning, the walkers gathered in the lay-by at Cutthroat Bridge at 9.15 a.m. With the greetings over and the good-natured banter that followed, Graham lead the party down the road and crossed onto the moors below Derwent Edge. A leisurely ascent through the heather followed and on gaining the track at the top of Whinstone Lee, the view opened up below us of Derwent Reservoir bathed in sunshine.It was noted that the reservoir level was high due to the earlier wet August. Along the track from White Tor, the Salt Cellar, and Dovestones Tor, the Peak Park Authority was reconstructing parts of the path with the help of large earth moving machines in an effort to combat erosion. There was also signs of Archaeological digs nearby.

21st December:

Warm home made mince pies and coffee laced with a wee dram. What could be a better way of starting a walk from the club hut. The weather looked fair for this time of the year as we set off round the back and on to Knouchley Farm, thend own to the River Derwent. Already now with mud on our boots, we started to climb the steep path up to Curbar Edge. Nothing like a steep climb to start cracking up the party, but we pressed on past the ‘Eagle Stone.’ This was the first time on a meet that I have not seen at least one attempt to climb it. After walking along the top of Gardoms Edge we made a sharp turn left so that Geoff could direct us to an ancient stone said to be about 5000 years old. On inspection we found it to be made of fibreglass (you can’t fool us Geoff) and apparently the original is in a Sheffield museum.

Lunch was enjoyed at the Robin Hood Inn. They opened a spare room but most of us were happy to sit outside. After lunch we headed off to Chatsworth Park walking past the Hunting Tower, only stopping to have our photos taken next to a cannon. The size of the party decreasing again as we walked down through the Park to Baslow. I had my torch to hand but didn’t use it as we followed the river back to Stoney Middleton in plenty of time for a clean up and beer.