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Limestone Way 4

Monyash – Castleton 16 miles


It had been a wet night.  Terra Nova didn’t make the solar 2.2 for very long and the reason was a bit of a design flaw that would manifest itself in steady rain.  The tent remained dry (apart from some condensation), but periodically during the night I had to knock  off the pool of water that would gather in the dip on top of the tent.

As usual I woke early and lay in the sleeping bag listening to the steady rain pattering away on the tent enjoying being dry and warm, but not enjoying the thought getting up and donning my still rather soggy gear.  Eventually the pattering stopped and I used the break in showers to get the tent down and start the walk to Castleton around 7 am.

With the rain holding off, it was a short walk out of town to a green lane and it wasn’t long before I was walking through another, quite extensive campsite at Knotlow Farm, complete with Yurts.  Even with the poor weather the site was quite busy and there were one or two people up and about, most of them dog walkers.

I took a rest in a convenient bus shelter in Flagg before embarking on a long road walk as the rain started once more.  This was a trudge now in the sort of steady drizzle that insinuates its way into every nook and cranny, gradually soaking me to the skin.  The route was climbing steadily as well – on another day the views back over Flagg would have been an enjoyable distraction.

At the top of the hill the trail left the road and took to a track, the rain now horizontal.  This wasn’t enjoyable as the track became terribly stony, hammering my already sore feet.  The map showed a pub up ahead where the A6 was to be crossed, and the thought that there might be an outside possibility of it being open was the only thing keeping me going.  It wasn’t.

I was toiling badly, and with little or no shelter to be had I took a seat on the leeward side of the pub, which afforded at least a little protection from the rain.  It was downhill all the way now to Miller’s Dale on a sheltered track and as I reached the village in the Dale I was seriously contemplating just phoning a cab.  After passing under the old railway viaduct that now carries the Monsal Trail, I couldn’t even summon up the energy to walk the extra 100m or so to investigate whether or not the pub was open.

Resting a while on a convenient wall I contemplated what was coming up next.  The way down into the Dale had been relatively steep – looking at the map it was the same on the way out.  Initially the climb was steep up to a farm, then it was back to the stony track, climbing slowly all the time.  Here it looked like the cattle had digestive problems, judging by the generous number of pats along the path, creating large brown islands in the steady stream of water.

This was high above Monk’s Dale and despite the driving rain and low cloud the surrounding countryside was magnificent, even if I wasn’t really enjoying the experience.  A stone step stile in the wall offered an opportunity for a seat and a rest and it was with some surprise that a couple of older gentlemen came meandering down the path wearing no more than light jackets and shorts.  “Oh we always take a walk down to the pub this way”, was what they said when they stopped for a chat.  I’m guessing they were on the way down to Miller’s Dale, meaning that the pub had actually been open.  Bugger.  The rain was still pelting down and they didn’t seem unduly bothered by it.

Waving a goodbye, I stumbled on at a snails pace along the track emerging onto a road, which blessedly was heading downhill.  The road descended steeply into Monk’s Dale, crossing the bottom of the dale,  a rather serene spot where the steep slopes that enclose it opened out into a little oasis.  There was a very welcome bench here that beckoned, and I stopped to rest a while, guzzling a full pack of emergency jelly babies.

The way then passed into the initially narrow Peter Dale.  While the limestone here was spectacular, the going under foot was not.  Cattle had been grazed in the Dale, and where the limestone cliffs stood close together leaving just a narrow gap, the ground had been churned into a stony morass.  On another day this would have been delightful, but the mud, rain and the stone underfoot left me turning the air blue.

On top of all that the batteries on the GPS that I had just replaced decided that they had no charge in them, meaning another lengthy stop to replace them with new ones.

Still, the path improved as I made my way up the dale, the sides becoming less steep and the ground open.  It was actually fairly pleasant, for a while at least!

Moving on to Hay Dale I got the sense that I was on the last leg, even if at this stage it was all up hill.  This was a bit easier under foot, no cattle here but sheep, which thankfully tend to have less of an impact on the condition of the ground.  The rain had come back with a series of regular squally showers and it was head down as I rejoined a section of the Pennine Bridleway before emerging on a quiet road and a quick breather.  The path had gained some height here and there were dramatic views to be had back over the ground I had covered early in the day.  Next was a weary scamper over a busy A road and one final steep climb which eventually opened out onto the hills above Castleton.

The End!

There was the distinctive bulk of Mam Tor in the distance heralding the end of the walk.  The paths were well trod, and the going was easy, for a while at least.  To cap it all off, as if by magic, the cloud which had been dropping copious amounts of water on me at various points of the day parted to reveal blue sky and sun.  Suddenly I was too warm in the waterproofs as I began the descent into Castleton in glorious sunshine.

What a great finish it was too, through the spectacular Cave Dale.  Moments before I had been alone on the path, but as if by magic walkers appeared from all directions, as seems to be the way when approaching honey pot sites.

It was slow going, however, a mix of fatigue, sore feet, loose rock and the limestone (which had all the characteristics of sheet ice) all playing their part on the way down.  It was with some relief then, that I reached the entrance to the Dale and the signpost marking the end of the Limestone Way.

Day Rating 8/10

Despite the rotten weather on the final day this was a good days walk.  Interesting Limestone features mixed in with some dramatic scenery.  Would it have scored better in better weather?  Undoubtedly!  There was also the small matter of a reduction in pinch stiles for the day, which certainly helped things move along.  The finish was worth waiting for, and the sun coming out made for a nice bonus at the end of the day.  Needless to say, I made for the nearest pub where I lingered for a while before walking the last leg to the YHA.

Trail Rating 33/40 (82%)

A hugely enjoyable, and different trail with real marked changes in the landscape between Staffordshire and Derbyshire really adding to the sense of the journey.  Hedgerows giving way to walls, giving way to limestone Grassland and rolling hills changing to rugged limestone crags.  Interesting historical sections like the old turnpike just outside Thorpe.  The way marking in Staffordshire may well have been non-existent, meaning if you tackle the Limestone Way a map with the route on it is vital.  In some places it is so seldom walked there was very little evidence of a path on the ground!

There was a huge improvement once across the border into Derbyshire.  That’s not to say that the way marking was perfect, just that they cropped up on a fairly regular basis!

The scenery was great, the hospitality and pubs great and this is a little gem of a path – with one down side.  Pinch stiles.  They are everywhere on this route and essentially turn it in to a 50 or so mile obstacle course, especially with a large pack on.  It’s a minor gripe though, and one that is quickly forgiven (if not forgotten).

Having accidentally booked the train a day later than planned, I also had an extra day to explore Castleton, taking some time to visit the ruins of Peveril Castle, with its stunning views high above the town, and Peak Cavern, taking a tour down this fascinating cave.  All in all a very pleasant way to round off a walk!






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Limestone Way 3

Bonsall – Monyash 12 miles

Leaving Bonsall

Despite the extended party going on in the village, I had turned in for about 9pm, the steady beat of music lulling me to sleep in the tent.  I awoke early and packed the gear away, drying the dew laden tent as best as possible.  It was a fine morning, but the weather forecast was ominous predicting heavy rain after lunch.  Fortunately the pub had an outside loo which the landlady kindly left open for me, meaning I had access to the cludgie, and more importantly water as I used much of mine making breakfast.

Nice wide grassy track leaving Bonsall

It was 7 o’clock by the time I hit the road having a steep climb up some narrow village roads back to the path.  This section carried on through Bonsall to Matlock, 3 or 4km away and the original start/finish of the trail before it was extended to Rocester.  Passing through the upper town I was soon in fields and climbing steadily with fine views back to Matlock in the distance.

The paths here were wider and well worn and even at this time of day there were a few other walkers out and about in the distance.  The pinch stiles were coming thick and fast once again, many of which had an added booby trap in the form of a highly sprung gates.  These resembled a bear trap in the way they would snap shut while I was trying to negotiate them, switching between trying to trap me or propelling me forward like a rocket as they shut behind me.

One of many booby traps

The way marking here wasn’t great, but the path was obvious and widely used through to Winster through lush grassland.  Despite the booby traps this was again delightful.  There was plenty of cattle around too which varied between non-plussed and curious in demeanour, including a very large bull sat in the middle of the path – it didn’t bat an eye as I passed.

The route passed high above Winster, and having covered the 4km or so from Bonsall fairly rapidly I took a breather on one of a number of conveniently placed benches.  On another day this was a place to linger and admire the rolling Derbyshire Countryside.

Robin Hood’s Stride

There was a bit of a missed opportunity here as well, a pub high above the village with a campsite attached which was quite busy.  The extra milage added on to the previous day would have been a struggle though.

There were a few dog walkers out and about here and I even passed a large group of rather miserable (and overloaded) looking DoE award hopefuls. I always wonder how many of these kids are put off backpacking for life by the amount of gear they end up hauling around with them.

The fields were left behind for a while as the path took to a rough track then road, descending steeply towards the prominent limestone crags at Robin Hood’s Stride.  The crags themselves were impressive lumps, lying almost jumbled on the ground and looking like large pieces of rubble that a passing giant had dumped there. Disappointingly  there were quite a number of warning signs to discourage walkers, the usual “Private Keep Out” and “Keep to the Path” nonsense.    A rare excursion through some woodland followed, a murky walk through a conifer plantation.  Leaving the wood the path turned back on itself, and turning a corner, Youlgreave was spread out in front of me marking the approximate halfway point of the day.

The official route didn’t go into the town, instead following the bank of the River Bradford which had carved out its own, fairly deep, river valley below the town.  In all honesty, at this point I was knackered and so I made my way up the steep bank to find somewhere for lunch, only to find everywhere closed (it was still only 1130) for at least another hour.  This left me with a dilemma – do I wait for the pub to open and risk the weather (the weather front had been following closely most of the morning but had yet to catch me up), or just push on and hope that I could beat it to the campsite at the end of the day.

Being knackered, the first option won out – I figured I was going to be beaten by the weather anyway, so I would only be postponing a soaking by pressing on – I needed a good rest and lunch so waited for the pub to open, reading my book in the meantime.

The rain came on during lunch, but I had a good long break and rest, leaving around 1.30.  Waterproofed up to the hilt I walked back down to the river, the still water dimpled by the steady rain.  It was slippery, much of the path worn down to the underlying limestone (treacherous at the best of times) and as I started the steep climb away from the river I got a soaking from the lush vegetation surrounding the path.


The gradient eased as the path took to a road for a while then continued through old estate land.  I was sweating with the effort too meaning that even with the waterproofs on I was soaked to the skin.  The rain was now horizontal and sweeping across the land in visible waves.

For a while the trail took to open country, blessedly with few stiles, and there were a few other hardy fools braving the weather, mostly in the distance.  The world was grey and hazy, the rain coming down in a thick mist that blanketed almost everything.  There was, however a bleak, brooding and almost majestic feel to the land as Lathkin Dale approached.

And the rain came down

This was one place I wasn’t looking forward to.  It looked steep on the map and it was.  The way down had slabs of limestone set into the ground as steps, but it was treacherous in the wet and a painstaking business getting to the bottom.  On a dry, warm day this would have been one of the highlights of the trail, and even in the rain it was spectacular.  The way out was a worse, with the steep steps like ice and I have to admit to being pretty drained once out the other side.

The steps down into Lathkin Dale

Passing through One Ash Farm there was an old bunk barn selling ice cream on an honesty basis in what used to be its kitchen/common room.  Glad of the chance for somewhere dry I sat for a while listening to the rain pattering relentlessly on the roof.  It was a bunk barn no longer, and being nosey I stuck my head through a door into what had been the sleeping accommodation.  The place was filled to the ceiling with junk, giving a clue as to why it had fallen (sadly) into disuse.

From here it was less than 3km to the campsite at Monyash and there was nothing else for it other than to get back out and brave the weather.  From here the trail left the open fields and took to an old lane, possibly an old packhorse route, squeezed in between two stone walls.  While this did mean an end to the pinch stiles for a while, the lane was thick with high vegetation which encroached on the narrow path.  By the time I reached Monyash my trousers and boots were sodden.

I’ve never been so glad to reach a campsite in my life.  The site was soggy, and my tent even soggier as I put it up, but once inside I warmed up nicely getting into some dry gear before donning my soggy boots again and walking to the pub.


Day Rating 8/10

Despite the weather a really good days walking.  The morning was superb (and dry), and despite the rain I did manage to appreciate the afternoon – in a pseudomasochistic kind of way!  Fortunately the pub was open, doing food (and good beer), although it was going to be rather wet overnight.





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Limestone Way 2

Ashbourne Heights to Bonsall- 13 miles

The first pinch stile of the day

Despite the campsite being busy and rather a lot of rampaging children, I had quite a comfortable night at the campsite.  As usual I woke early, but with a shorter day there was no time pressure so I was able to potter about and attempt to dry the tent that was saturated with condensation.  More importantly, there was a tea wagon on the site which was doing breakfasts.  It was a lovely morning to sit outside (if a bit chilly) so after packing the gear I mooched round for a bacon roll and a coffee and a natter with the owners who were also keen walkers.  It also saved me worrying about lunch as they did sandwiches as well!  (Thanks for the free shortbread too!)


After leaving the site it was a short climb back up to the trail before walking back down the same field to a rather tight pinch stile, something of a feature of the walk.  Next was a road walk, climbing up to cross the A515 at a rather impressive gate that lead to the very attractive village of Tissington.  The Avenue was a typical approach to a country house and it was a lovely walk in the morning sun.  The village itself looked like a tourist honey pot, with loads of craft shops and tea rooms, not to mention the impressive Tissington Hall.  Had I passed through later in the day I would most likely have lingered a while.

Crossing the Tissington Trail

They way out the village passed through some lovely hay meadows, although the high vegetation which was  covered in dew, did give me a bit of a soaking.  A narrow quiet road turned into a farm track, crossing an old railway which now carries the Tissington Trail.  Suddenly the views opened out superbly over the narrow Bletch Brook.  It was a steep drop down to the water course which was little more than a trickle before climbing up to another attractive village, Parwich where I rested on a bench before negotiating some awkward stiles and climbing out the village.

There was a definite change in the landscape now, and after wandering through some more fields, the way started to climb past a sadly derelict church.  Gone were the soft meadows and hedgerows, replaced by rough grazing and stone walls and the extra height climbed gave a wonderful vista over the surrounding rolling countryside.  The ups and downs were more frequent now, along with the pinch stiles – I should really look where I’m going standing right in the middle of a cow pat while trying to negotiate a particularly narrow one.


Here the path took to the road again, Pasture Lane, and here there were well preserved extensive rig and ditch systems in the surrounding fields – the population here must have been considerable when they were in use.

Leaving the Village

The road became a track, and suddenly there were walkers everywhere.  Up until this point I hadn’t seen a soul, but they were obviously making the most of the good weather, possibly from the nearby town of Brassington.  This was now some gorgeous limestone grassland, along with some rocky outcrops – the trail starting to live up to its name.

Derelict Church

The trail itself bypasses Brassington, by quite a way and I had a good rest watching the cyclists toil up the steep hill out of the village.  After walking down this road for a short distance the trail once again took to the fields, the 1:25000 map showing that I had no less than 10 boundary crossings over the next kilometre or so.  The worst point was crossing another old railway, this the Midshires Way and High Peak Trail and also an off road cycle route, with two horrible tight stiles in quick succession.  I was beginning to curse them, and my backpack – the two just don’t mix!

Next stop was Grangemill, nestled in a narrow valley and a number of old quarries.  I was very glad to see the pub, even if the outside did look a little worse for wear.  The inside was, well, like walking into the 1950’s – and that’s not in a good retro 1950’s way.

A couple of rehydrating lemonades later I made my way up the steep climb out the village, complete with evil stiles, to start the last leg to Bonsall.  There was a nice stile free road walk at the top, but again the map was showing the route crossing more field boundaries than I could shake my walking poles at!  The landscape was an interesting patchwork of small enclosures in various states of repair .  Despite the plethora of stiles it was lovely walking in Limestone Country, even throwing some more lovely grassland into the mix.  It was however slow going.

Crossing an old railway bed

Eventually the descent into Bonsall started down a lane before cutting through fields towards an old chapel.  Here to posts acted as a narrow gate to the road.  They both had barbed wire attached and as I passed through my sack caught on a barb, holding me fast.  All I’ll say is that that when I finally got free, the post was no longer in situ.

Evil double stile

My next mistake was an assumption I had made when planning the walk.  I had arranged camping at the Barley Mow and thought it was in the middle of the rather spread out village (going by the beer glass sign on the map).  I was wrong – cue a descent into the market square and the realisation that I had just walked to the wrong pub.  Mine was around 1km away, back up the hill.

Part of the 1000m hurdles

There was a festival on in the town with music going on in their small park along with various fancy dress and copious amounts of beer.  The Barley Mow was heaving, and the landlady gave me a warm welcome and a well earned pint.  It was an entertaining evening with morris dances, some rather drunk guys in drag and some fantastic live music!

Day Rating 9/10

Arriving in Bonsall

Superb day, spoiled a little by the crazy number of pinch stiles, all of which were a bloody nightmare to negotiate.  The scenery was outstanding, lots of wildflowers and wildlife made for some great walking.  The weather helped too – rounded off with a great night in the Barley Mow, although I was quite early to bed.






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Limestone Way 1

Uttoxeter to Ashbourne Heights – 15 miles

Uttoxeter Racecourse

This trail was a bit of a spur of the moment decision back in July.  I had a long weekend off scheduled at work and decided to add a few lieu days to walk the Limestone Way over 4 days.  I’d booked the trains via a website called “trainsplit” – it can provide some significant savings over normal fares by “splitting” journeys at intermediate stations.  Having booked the tickets I realised I had booked the return journey for the second day after finishing – I’d just have to spend an extra day in Castleton then!

Wild flowers on the water meadows

I’d booked into the campsite at Uttoxeter Racecourse which was right next to the railway station.  There was due to be a race meet the next morning which was a huge stroke of luck.  The access from the station was open meaning I only had a walk of a few hundred yards, rather than the mile or so walk to the main entrance.  Having a bit of time I took a wander into the town centre and sampled a few beers at the local Wetherspoons.

The Staffordshire Way

The trail itself starts in Rocester, 4 or 5 miles away and rather than get there by bus I had decided to walk via the Staffordshire Way.  The route passed the racecourse so it was a simple case of crossing the railway and setting off towards Rocester.

Passing through a rather grotty industrial estate next to the station carpark the path emerged onto rough farmland, once a large system of water meadows.  The farmland was teeming with wildflowers and wildlife making a nice distraction from the noisy A50 which I would have to use to cross the River Dove.  The road was busy as I took to the walkway next to it then dropped down to cross underneath the road via a rather low underpass.  Emerging from the underpass put me on top of the original Dove Bridge, a fairly narrow but attractive stone bridge.  Looking back at the dual carriageway and its constant stream of traffic, it was hard to imagine how it all once squeezed across this old bridge.  It took a moment for me to find the correct path, finally realising that the Staffordshire Way did, in fact, go through that overgrown patch of brambles and nettles.  The route would roughly follow the Dove all the way to Rocester and I was expecting a bit of a riverside walk.  Instead, after emerging from the nettles and crossing a stile the path started to rise, taking to the fields high above the river.

There was no clear path here and it was rapidly becoming obvious that this wasn’t a well travelled route.  This was confirmed at one point where the path passed along a track between woodland which, to say it was overgrown, was an understatement.  Thick nettles growing up to head height were intermingled with brambles, doing their level best to rip my skin and clothing.  Here I found a new use for the walking poles -they did a great job of bushwhacking!

Nearing Rocester

I was now meandering between field edges and woodland, the field verges thick with wild flowers.  Ahead a seemingly random billboard appeared, a large orange “Doveridge” emblazoned over it, and I have to admit to being quite puzzled as to why such a large sign was seemingly positioned in the middle of a field.  All became clear when I emerged onto a track that had been hidden by the thick undergrowth and passed underneath the sign, the entrance to a large range for clay pigeon shooting.

A very rare waymark

I walked through the range passing several young turkeys, amongst other fowl, that were apparently unconcerned by my presence.  The path turned to bridleway and was easy walking.    The approach to Rocester was marked, not so much by the huge property that I passed, but the rather garish bright yellow signs with JCB marked on them, Rocester being the international headquarters of the company.

Close to the start of the Limestone Way

Extensive playing fields heralded the impressive Abbitsholme school and from there it was a short riverside walk into Rocester and the start!

There was nothing to mark the start, other than the route on the map, so I made my way to the village centre to try and find something for breakfast.  There had been a cafe at one time, now shut, so I had to make do with the local happy shopper.

The view into Derbyshire

It was a steady climb out of the village, fortunately away from the very large and obtrusive JCB building that dominated the view behind me.  It wasn’t long before this was left behind and the landscape  changed for the better.  I had recrossed the Dove on entering Rocester and I was blessed with some fine views over the river into Derbyshire.  This was delightful walking over a rolling landscape, a much better experience than the rather mundane Staffordshire Way.  The way marking, however, was abysmal.  Non-existent wasn’t quite accurate as I did encounter one around Ellastone, much to my surprise, at least 5km into the path!  There were a few dog walkers out and about here, but soon after it was bush whacking time again.  Crossing a road I entered a field that had been left to its own devices.  There was nothing here that even looked like it could be a path – I had to take a compass bearing to avoid wandering about the field like a lost sheep!

The River Dove

The route here was climbing all the time, with plenty of stiles to add to the fun.  Eventually, after some careful route finding, the path emerged onto a long ridge with some fine all round views.  This really was lovely walking and again, it was obvious that very few people walk these paths.  The route was feint in most places, and I wouldn’t see a soul until I crossed into Derbyshire.

Where’s the path?

A short section followed along the busy A52, and a rather scampered crossing onto a gated road where I stopped to rest and admire the view.  Walking round the corner I encountered a herd of cows, one of which was obviously not happy by my presence.  It’s the first time I’ve been nervous round cattle, and it was certainly making some very un-cow like noises.

The landscape was changing as well, the soft rolling hills were gradually turning rugged as I headed towards Thorpe.  The path took to a track at Coldwall Farm to cross the Dove once again and enter Derbyshire, where the way marking immediately improved (which wasn’t really difficult).  The bridge was a complete surprise, a large impressive structure that wouldn’t have been out of place on a major road, certainly not built for a farm track.  It turns out that this was part of an old turnpike route that had fallen out of use.  The milestone still in situ with “Cheadle 11” on it was a nice bonus too.  It was a short climb to Thorpe where I left the path to head for my campsite.  I decided to stop in the pub for food (and one or two pints) rather than walking to the site and walking back.  The food was great and the beer (especially the chocolate beer) better!

Ashbury Heights campsite was busy, noisy and expensive for a backpacker.  The facilities were superb though and it was a nice site.  Most importantly it was close to the route and meant that in the morning I was pretty much right on top of the path.

Coldwall Bridge

Day Rating 8/10

View from the bridge

A day that got better as it went on.  The Staffordshire Way was a little boring, but from the start, despite the dreadful way marking, the Limestone Way got better and better.  The number of stiles was a killer though!





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Cataran Trail 5

Alyth to Blairgowrie (via the Den O’Alyth) 7 miles 


My original plan had been to walk the “official” route over Alyth hill to Bridge of Cally and from there back to Blairgowrie, a walk of some 17 miles or so.  I had even booked an extra night in Blairgowrie to allow for a later finish.  In the end I decided to use the shorter and more direct alternative, A because I was knackered and couldn’t really face 17 miles and B because there were some family issues going on that I really should have been back home for (everything turned out fine).

Remains of church

What this meant was a leisurely start as there were no time pressures to get away, although I was still on the road by 9.  Although the alternative route is way marked, it wasn’t particularly well signed, and with it not being marked on O.S. maps I had to do a little bit of guesswork.

Leaving the Den O’Alyth

In the end it was fairly simple – the Den o’Alyth was lovely, although busy with dog walkers.  The trees were just beginning to show leaf and combined with the fine morning there was a lovely green tinge to the light filtering its way through the trees.

All to soon the woodland walk came to an end to be replaced by another road walk, climbing steadily from Bridge of Tully with views opening out behind me towards Alyth.  The road turned sharp left and the trail continued straight on into a large forest plantation.  There were way markers here, but these were for forest walks rather than the Cateran Trail.  They did mark the correct trail though.

Most of the trees here were conifer plantation, with the occasional stand of broadleaf trees appearing.  There were numerous clearings, in one of which I disturbed a Red Kite which took off as quickly as its rather ungainly flight would let it (too quick to get the camera out!).

Hungry Thrush

A couple of large ponds had some bird life on them, a swan was swimming about in the distance.  Then, on the path a Thrush was getting stuck into something (a worm possibly?).  It wasn’t keen on moving as I approached, eventually flying up to a branch next to the path where it posed patiently for me to take a couple of photos.  After moving on I turned round and it had returned to its meal on the ground.

Sun and Rain

There was forestry work going on here as well meaning that the path was diverted (although there didn’t seem to be any work going on as the forest was relatively silent).  It looked as if most of the work was thinning rather than clear felling which will make the forest quite a pleasant place to walk through.  There were a couple of places where the machines had crossed the path making things a little muddy, but on the whole it wasn’t too bad.

At one point there was a lovely moment with the sun shining through the trees reflecting the rain that was now falling steadily.  The effect was quite beautiful.

Shortly after this the forest track ended with a Cateran Trail marker!  This was the last leg as I turned on a minor road to Blairgowrie.  Here there were good views over Glen Ericht and in the distance were the now familiar hills that had been in view after leaving Blairgowrie a few days ago.  As I got closer to the town the trail even became visible on the other side of the Glen and I was able to trace the route from my vantage point.

Crossing the Ericht

Soon I was back in Blairgowrie and crossing the Ericht by the old mills to rejoin the riverside path that I had set out on 4 days before, to get to the finish.  From there it was a short step to the Wetherspoons for a short celebration and lunch before the walk back to the car which had been left at my B&B.

Day Rating 9/10

Short but very enjoyable little walk with some good views and interesting wildlife.  A nice enough alternative finish to the trail, although a little short.  I suppose that if you wanted a longer day without walking the 17 miles one could walk to Bridge of Cally and get a bus/taxi back to Blairgowrie to avoid retracing your steps (would that be cheating?)

Overall Rating 45/50 (90%)

A superb trail that passed all my expectations with flying colours.  It had everything – river walks, moorland, mountains, rolling countryside, wildlife and more.  The route is constantly under development so I would expect improvements in the future as well.  Trail walking in Scotland often ends up too reliant on roads, forest tracks and old railway beds but this had a really nice balance.  The scenery was so varied and there were few places that became boring.  That said there was the occasional section that became a bit of a trudge, but they can be forgiven.

This has been my 6th Scottish Trail and it beats the rest hands down – including the West Highland Way – it’s far quieter too.  I have a suspicion that it will be difficult to better this in Scotland too.  A super middle distance trail that has loads to offer!







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Cataran Trail 4

Kirkton of Glenisla to Alyth 11 miles 

Leaving Glenisla

I’d had a pleasant evening in the bar the previous evening with a couple of other walkers – although just before retiring for the evening I was accosted by a farmer (although I’m not really sure whether he was telling the truth – he claimed to be an airline pilot at first) who started a pretty impressive rant about beavers (the furry variety – not the Scouting Association version).   I sat there pretty much open mouthed before excusing myself and heading up to the room.

Bouncy Bridge

Breakfast was superb, again and at the rather civilised time of 9 a.m. I made my way out into the fine sunny morning.  It was a short walk along the road to a rather bouncy suspension bridge across the river Isla.  Here the path started to climb quite steeply, over boggy ground at first, up to Cairn Hill.  Soon the village was nestled below in a quite wonderful setting.  The views to the north were superb and I lingered a while enjoying them from a rocky outcrop where the ground levelled out.  This was a really enjoyable section of path, across moorland then onto a meandering route through the attractive Whitehill Wood.  Coming out the woodland I paused for a moment to watch a farmer moving some sheep across the path.

River Isla

It was downhill now, losing some of the height gained from the initial climb, to a farm track which was still high above the river.  For a while it was a pleasant stroll along typical gravel tracks, eventually turning to road.  Gradually the views dissipated and the route passed through thick forest plantation turning the walk into a bit of a trudge.  Meanwhile the blue sky was being replaced by plenty of grey marching cloud.

As I passed an old school house the rain (and hail) started to fall, forcing me to adorn my waterproof jacket.  Finally the path left the road and started to rise through fields chock full of sheep finally reaching a green path.  The views had opened up again, and some of the hills to the north were now covered in thick snow.  The rain was heavy now, but the lane was surrounded by mature trees providing at least a little cover.

Pleasant woodland

The track then started a soggy climb up the lower slopes of Knaptam Hill, a route which seemed a little unnecessary as it could easily have contoured round the field to end up at a stile at another track.  Here a large group of deer thundered across the fence close by and quickly vanished up onto Ardormie Hill.

The undulating path had once again become enjoyable, helped somewhat by the cloud beginning to break and some blue sky poking through.  The river Isla, which the path had pretty much followed from the start of the day, had left it’s glen and was now in more open country below, a distinct change from the semi-mountainous terrain I had walked through the previous couple of days.  The landscape was softer and more rolling here making a nice contrast to the pretty spectacular landscapes further north.  The track took a sharp turn onto a farm access road for around a mile or so, dead straight and a bit of a trudge.  Eventually the route became a green lane, the gate sporting a rather unique warning of “wild boar loose on Alyth Hill”.  At least it meant I was nearing my destination!

The Hill of Alyth loomed up before me, and I have to say that I was quite glad that the route passed between it and Hill of Loyal, meaning that there wasn’t to be another steep climb right at the end of the day.  Suddenly Alyth was spread out below and it was simply a case of walking the last mile or so downhill to the town centre and hotel.

Day Rating 8/10

Great start and pretty decent end to the day.  The centre section was a bit of a boring trudge with more road walking than I would have liked.  It all started so promisingly with a great climb and enjoyable walk high above the River Isla.  Still a decent day with plenty to enjoy.

Approaching Alyth




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Cataran Trail 3

Spittal of Glenshee to Kirkton of Glenisla 14 miles 

Look South over Glen Shee

I had a very enjoyable evening at the hotel, chatting to a some fellow walkers, a group of four who were a day ahead of me and who had been really enjoying the walk so far.

I met them at breakfast again as I had to wait for my transfer back to Glenshee, not arriving there until 10 o’clock.  Much later than I would usually start for a walk of 14 miles.

Isolated farm in the Glen

I quickly sorted out my gear and crossed the A93, and was soon on a rough farm track climbing towards an isolated farm.  More importantly, I had turned “the corner” and was now heading in a Southerly(ish) direction.  The path hadn’t gained much height, but just enough to give fine views of the hills to north  (many of them with a heavy dusting of snow), and Glen Shee which I was now walking down.

The way South

The route maintained its height while meandering round buildings and rocks, varying between track and grassy path, sometimes walking through open fields with copious numbers of sheep.  Surprisingly there were a large number of Gulls resident here, often whizzing about on the wind performing acrobatics.  There was also a large number of Oystercatcher (one of which seemed to be trying to make me dizzy by flying round me in a circle – I guess I was near a nest) and the occasional Curlew.

The scenery was constantly changing, as was the weather, clouds zipping overhead and bringing the odd short, sharp shower.  Thankfully the wind was up meaning the broken cloud and the showers passed on quickly.

This whole section was a joy to walk with mostly easy dry path, few stiles (apart from a couple of ladder stiles) and super views.  I even took the opportunity to climb away from the path to sit and rest on some rocks with clear views up and down the Glen.  The only problem place was where the path circled round an outdoor education centre – the field had been grazed by cattle and churned into a swamp in places – it was, however, the exception and not the rule.

Looking back

A plethora of signs at a very stony and eroded track marked the edge of the Dalnaglar estate and also the start of quite a long road walk.  In truth, for once it was a bit of a relief to get on the road and it was quite pleasant once I had turned onto the main B road towards Glenisla.

Red Deer

There were consistently good views down the Glen, and I got a huge bonus when a large herd of Red Deer appeared on the slopes of the hills right in front of me.  Just before Forter Castle a way marker was pointing the wrong way – some wag must have turned it round – but I continued past the castle and over a bridge with a post box embedded in it – pretty much in the middle of nowhere.

Forter Castle

Here the trail left the road and started to climb a forest track up the side of Glen Isla, turning North once more and once again I was treated to some great views of the mountains to the North.  This led up to open moorland, Auchintaple Loch laid out below glittering blue as the sky had cleared once again.

Looking into Glen Isla

All the height that I had gained was almost immediately lost as the route turned from the main track and headed into some Pine Forest.  There was some work going on here thinning trees and in places the track was a little muddy.  Down to the loch side it went, then through relatively new plantation – here it looked like a mixture of Scots Pine and native species.  The forest track led almost to Loch Shandra, but then took to a muddy route through moorland.

Heading North again

I stop for a while to chat with a dog walker at a picnic bench.  As we are talking there is a neat little bonus to end the day.  An Osprey was flying over head scanning the Loch.  We weren’t lucky enough to see it fishing as after a few minutes if flew off over the hills and out of sight.  From there it was another mile or so to the hotel, which I was glad to see

Close to Loch Shandra

Day Rating 10/10

Blurry Osprey!

Best day by far.  Great views, ever changing scenery and bags of wildlife.  Even the road walking was an enjoyable experience!

The end at last!



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