We set off from Ashford across the sun drenched fields with the glitter in the limestone drystone walls. The east wind was bitter and the winter sun blinding as we made our way towards Monsal Dale.
Down into the dale to the weir and crossing the Wye at Hobs House footbridge.
On into Deepdale and the steep climb out of the woods towards Sheldon Rakes and into Sheldon.
Magpie Mine was a doomed venture with a curse.
It was a dramatic scene in low winter sun.
Down through Sheldon and the footpath descending through the woods and into Nettler Dale, back along the Wye and across the A6 to Ashford.