
Next day a walk to Holmfirth via West Nab, where John blogged: “We’re on the top of West Nab, looking down on the area where I was brought up, pointing out various landmarks to the others. It’s an absolutely fantastic day. Yesterday we really saw the highs and the lows of moorland walking, coming out over the Tew from Glossop. We started with 14 and ended up with 6 walking in the pouring rain over to Dobcross. Today is absolutely beautiful, very windy. We’re just coming out of the Wessenden Valley, probably Shepley is in the distance. I can see Castle Hill and Holmfirth, so Shepley’s somewhere out there. Lots of stories are going through my mind, as this is an area I used to come into a lot as a kid. We’re just going to walk down Royd Edge past where my dad worked, and then to the Huntsman Pub and into Holmfirth – for a night off!”

Next day’s blog saw JJ in thoughtful mood: “One of the features of the walk has been discovering beautiful villages, some clearly thriving, but others so quiet and peaceful that they seem as though they could be dying. Picturesque houses with no-one around. Descending into Bradfield through the stone walls and finding a village so alive on a Monday evening – people walking, kids playing, the village hall a hive of activity – you couldn’t help feeling this might be the village we’d all like to live in. Coming off the Pennines and suddenly hitting a busy arterial road like the A57 heading off into the big conurbations which press in on this precious stretch of high ground, which acts as a breathing space and safety valve for all that goes on around it, to find real village life where people work as well as live just makes the place seem like it has real continuity. Walking today on the last day through the beautiful Derbyshire dales, we’ve been through a series of attractive villages – Over Haddon, Youlgreave, Winster – desirable places to live in today, but 150 years ago inhabited by lead miners and their families, who worked in the toughest of conditions. I like to think that the village where we can live and where there is still work can still exist.”
The final gig of the tour was in the Fishpond, Matlock Bath – a lovely emotional night. “Right now it feels to have been an epic journey, tougher than previous walks but so gratifying to see so many people walking…In the end the mental exhaustion was more a problem than the physical, but each night that disappeared when performing. From the tricky descent down the Heights of Abraham into the seaside atmosphere of Matlock Bath to the huge isolated church at New Mills, this unique spine of high moorland, craggy edges and deep dales has the imprint of people all over it. Isolated mining communities, mills, solitary chapels and churches attempting to escape to a simpler, more primitive form of worship and everywhere the stone farmhouses the reveal the underlying rock. Walking it you become aware of huge conurbations pressing in on this invaluable elevated breathing-space in the heart of England, important now for climbers, bikers, 4-wheel drivers!!, day-trippers, hikers and even itinerant musicians, who are all trying to escape from routine and urban life into somewhere that frees them and perhaps reconnects them with something they have lost. It is indeed a very precious area.”