I enjoyed the dramatic scenery as I transported my humans to The White Peaks, Moët,a dog named after Champagne, also came in some strange crate to protect my interior. A rare hot summers day in late September and my humans had planned to walk 7 miles over hill and Dale.
They parked me up for 4 hours, they are going to have to get a move on, the view they left me with was pretty and the village bustling.
Human Wilfrid often walked in this area with his cousin Tom and wife Freda. Wilfrid seldom ventured far from the honey spots of Dove Dale stepping stones, Mill Dale or Hartington, all then much quieter than they are today. Wilfrid preferred to explore by car than on foot.
My humans left the village on the path behind the WC, not taking the well trod path to Wolfscote Dale but climbing high between narrow walled unsurfaced lanes to Biggin. Then dropping into Biggin Dale which is wild and dramatic as it drops to Wolfscote Dale and the river Dove.
Approaching Wolfscote Dale and its huge white cliffs. I didn't have to serve them refreshments on their return as they found a great Coffee and Cake shop at the end of the trail.
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