Fordy
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After 12 straight 10+hr days I was ready for a break, so packed up and headed out 3pm Friday with a plan to camp in the Peak District National Park.
I headed for Derbyshire Hills campsite. It was ok. £8 a pitch off season was a bargain, I was brought a coffee and a pack of Crawfords shortcake biscuits, and the asbestos sheet shed had a kettle so I didn't need to use my own fuel
Big downside is no shower OR toilet block, only one toilet for 20 pitches 
Maybe they get thunder boxes in high season, I don't want to find out 
Tent pitched, it was time to head to the pub. About 1/2 mile over pitch black muddy fields I arrived in Foolow and the Bulls Head.
Lovely pint or three of Grand Slam ale, and a nice gammon steak, eggs and chips (though pricey at £11). Then I was ready for the trek back and camp bed.
I woke up early to the pre-dawn glow.
A little later the sun made its appearance. The good thing about spring camping is that sunrise isn't so bloody early!
I know it was cold overnight, didn't realise it was this cold....
...although there were nice naayyy-bours.
Shortly after 8am I headed into Eyam plague village. The middle cottage housed the tailor who took delivery of material from London in 1665. He died within the week from the plague. The village self imposed quarantine to prevent it spreading. Over 14 months 273 people died leaving 83 survivors.
It was still only 9am.
Springtime...
...no problem if you have a thick coat.
10am, and time for a 2 hr ride home. A quick trip, but I needed it and it was well worth making the effort.
I headed for Derbyshire Hills campsite. It was ok. £8 a pitch off season was a bargain, I was brought a coffee and a pack of Crawfords shortcake biscuits, and the asbestos sheet shed had a kettle so I didn't need to use my own fuel
Big downside is no shower OR toilet block, only one toilet for 20 pitches Maybe they get thunder boxes in high season, I don't want to find out Tent pitched, it was time to head to the pub. About 1/2 mile over pitch black muddy fields I arrived in Foolow and the Bulls Head.
Lovely pint or three of Grand Slam ale, and a nice gammon steak, eggs and chips (though pricey at £11). Then I was ready for the trek back and camp bed.
I woke up early to the pre-dawn glow.
A little later the sun made its appearance. The good thing about spring camping is that sunrise isn't so bloody early!
I know it was cold overnight, didn't realise it was this cold....
...although there were nice naayyy-bours.
Shortly after 8am I headed into Eyam plague village. The middle cottage housed the tailor who took delivery of material from London in 1665. He died within the week from the plague. The village self imposed quarantine to prevent it spreading. Over 14 months 273 people died leaving 83 survivors.
It was still only 9am.
Springtime...
...no problem if you have a thick coat.
10am, and time for a 2 hr ride home. A quick trip, but I needed it and it was well worth making the effort.
