And there, just gently sighing, she was, resting at the Warren House Inn with that wonderful aroma, so reminiscent of ... something. Sold for £114,000 six years ago, 'Royal Chester'. Now resting for the night.
Out from the very last car park to Shapley Common with the fantastic hut circle. By the amazing leaning walls to gaze on a brand new tor which we leave for another day. And round by the glider poles for King's Barrow and Tor. Tucked in the lee from quite a cooling breeze for a cuppa. Back up, over and across to the main track down to the ever interesting Grimspound. The sun was setting as we made our way up to Hookney and weavily back to the cars. To Royal Chester but the Inn still closes at 10 even in July. So on, through a most challenging sheep slalom, to the ever reliable Prince of Wales.