Mistress has wanted to try ‘climbing’ Chrome Hill over in the Upper Dove Valley for years. Until today she has always found an excuse why not to but today all excuses had been used up and it was the day. Mistress is not good at heights (high heals and she can be in trouble) so the thought of having to go along a high up ridge line filled her with trepidation but being one for ‘views’ she just knew she had to ‘climb’ it. We set off from Bolehill Cottages (click to see) relatively early and headed off over to Longnor and then on to a tiny little village, Hollingsclough, where we parked up and set off. The first mile just bode well for the rest of the walk. It took us over an hour. Well to be more precise it took mistress over an hour, we just wandered off exploring waiting for her to catch up. OK it was a bit tricky in places but not that bad. Then we got lost (handy things SATNAVs). But master managed to figure out were we were supposed to be and after some scrambling and mistress having to slide down a hill on her bum we got back onto the correct path.
The path up to the top of Chrome hill wasn’t as steep as mistress had feared. In fact we found it quite easy although mistress went white every time we looked over the edge. It was quite a long way down I suppose but as long as you didn’t slip it didn’t seem a big problem. We (me and idiot brother) ‘summited’ just in time for lunch. Unfortunately we had to then wait for mistress who looked a bit worse for ware when she arrived 15-20 minutes later. Master didn’t look much better either. Anyhow after the mandatory summit photos we could settle down to lunch.
Master had remembered a snack for us! He is getting better at remembering. Mind you, our snack didn’t look as interesting as their sandwiches. Mistress did enjoy the views. You could see for miles. Unfortunately we were tied up during lunch to stop us ‘running off over the edge’. Do I look stupid? Why would I do that? Anyway it did mean I had to hang around to see if there was any extra lunch going. There wasn’t.
The way down was a lot easier than the way up. We had all expected mistress to take hours getting down again but as it turns out she made it relatively quickly (for mistress). The walk back to the car was a simple stroll or should have been. When we got to one field with some sheep in it, two of the big lambs got a bit above themselves and came and tried to scare me. Well I just stood my ground and gave them the ‘Collie Stare’.
That worried them and they moved off to try and intimidate idiot brother. Well that is not hard. He took one look a the two lambs running towards him and ran off down the path with the lambs chasing him. Master was in stitches and Mistress wasn’t much better. When master had recovered we all had to go back along the path to persuade him to come back. No chance he wasn’t going anywhere near were the vicious lambs were. He is a disgrace to the collie breed. They are small Sheep. He is a sheep dog. He should be chasing them! Anyhow in the end master managed to get hold of him and put him on a lead so we could drag him back through the sheep and then on back to the car.