Three hour walk from Ashopton Viaduct to White Tor, taking in the spectacular autumnal views of Ladybower and the upper Derwent Valley, marvelling at the rays of sun breaking through the clouds behind Win Hill, and exploring some of the rugged gritstone tors. Encountered more grouse than I have ever seen before, a huge flock of redwing (possibly fieldfares), some kind of raptor having a rest on a telegraph pole and a pair crows of course.
Andy has taken up fly-fishing in the last few months. I wasn’t really into the idea until he told me that fisherers (technical term) can hire a boat at Ladybower Fisheries and see all the quiet bits that normal, non-fishing folk can’t usually get to. Part of my Sketchbook Skool homework is to document my week in sketches so, when he said he was spending a day out on the reservoir, I figured it was as good an opportunity as any to get out of the house, even if it was forecast to chuck it down with rain all afternoon. So I tagged along and, guess what? It was a flippin’ glorious day.
Once I was confident that I wasn’t about to fall in and drown, I was hypnotised by the shimmery shoopy shapes and swirls as they sploshed and sloshed against the boat:
Then I drew, and Andy fished, until sundown.
Sadly the fish were asleep and the Trout Count remained at zero, so we didn’t have fish for our tea (perhaps not so sadly for the trout), but it didn’t matter.