During the years of compiling this blog, I've always made every effort to get to the locations I want to go to, rain or shine, regardless of the distances involved. More often than not, this involves putting my faith in public transport, for better or worse. I've taken multiple buses in one day. I've braved multiple changes of train in pursuit of my aims. I've even boarded a dreaded rail replacement bus during a return journey from Coventry. I've also traipsed on foot through the various villages that surround the A60. Luckily, I've experienced very few mishaps along the way. Why do I mention this as an opening to this entry? My latest trip would involve me once again placing myself into the hands of the gods of public transport, utilising both train and bus, to visit a new location for these pages. This time though, the location was not new to me. I first visited it many years ago, before the existence of this blog and it has always stuck with me. Something about the place burrowed deep into my brain and I knew I would have to make the effort to return. Last week, my long held dreams came to fruition. I went back to Castleton.
Castleton is a village and civil parish in the High Peak district of Derbyshire, at the western end of the Hope Valley on the Peakshole Water, a tributary of the River Noe, between the Dark Peak to the north and the White Peak to the south. The population was 544 at the 2021 Census.
Castleton village was mentioned as Pechesers in Domesday Book in 1086 where "Arnbiorn and Hundingr held the land of William Peverel's castle in Castleton". This land and Peverel's castle were amongst the manors belonging to William Peverel that also included Bolsover and Glapwell.
St Edmund's Norman church was restored about 1837. It has late 13th-century tracery and an ashlar-faced Perpendicular tower. Its box pews are dated 1661, 1662, 1663 and 1676.
A medieval leper hospital (the Hospital of Saint Mary in the Peak) is thought to have been on the eastern boundary of Castleton, though some locals believe it to have been just south of the Speedwell Cavern footpath from the village. University of Sheffield archaeologists are investigating 'Castle of the Peak', which was reputedly founded by the wife of one of the William Peverels before 1153, and continued until about the 1543 Dissolution. They say the earliest documents referring to Spital Field are a grant and a Charter from the early 14th century. They are also investigating the 12th-century planned town at the foot of the castle hill. Castleton's medieval town defences are still evident in the village and are a Scheduled monument.
Castleton had a long history of lead mining; the Odin Mine, one of the oldest lead mines in the country, is situated 1.5 kilometres (0.9 mi) west of the village. Researchers studying an ice core from a Swiss glacier have found that levels of lead air pollution across Europe during the period 1170–1216 were as high as those of the Industrial Revolution, and the principal source was Peak District mines such as Castleton and Wirksworth. The mining created and enlarged local caverns, four of which are now open to the public as Peak Cavern, Blue John Cavern, Speedwell Cavern and Treak Cliff Cavern. A small amount of Blue John is mined locally, and sold in a number of local gift shops, one of which is located in the 17th-century tollhouse.
Since the 1920s the main mineral industry in the area has been cement. Hope Cement Works is closer to Hope, but its quarry is closer to Castleton. A war memorial stands in the Market Place, in memory of local residents that died during both World Wars.
Castleton is situated between the gritstone plateau of the Dark Peak to the north and the gentler limestone scenery of the White Peak to the south. It lies at the western end of the Hope Valley and consequently is surrounded on three sides by hills. Most prominent is the ridge to the north. This is called Great Ridge; it runs east from Mam Tor to Back Tor and Lose Hill, via the pass (hause) of Hollins Cross, where paths from many directions converge and cross over to Edale. Alexander von Humboldt visited caves near Castleton and Buxton in June 1790 to investigate the region's geological structures.
Castleton was formerly on the A625 road from Sheffield to Chapel-en-le-Frith, on the way to Manchester. Leaving Castleton, the western road once went over Mam Tor, but after continual landslides and repairs (Mam Tor is called the "Shivering Mountain" because of its very loose shales), it was eventually abandoned. The only westbound exit from Castleton is now the unclassified road over the narrow Winnats Pass. This road is very narrow and steep and unsuitable for heavy vehicles or high volumes. Road signage has been designed to discourage through traffic by showing only local destinations. Thus, most traffic enters and leaves the village on the eastern (Hope-Hathersage-Sheffield) road (A6187); for traffic going west, that involves a long diversion via the villages of Bradwell and Peak Forest.
Getting to Castleton from Nottingham is no easy feat. Without driving there, the easiest way requires an hour long train journey to Sheffield, followed by a slightly longer bus journey. The good news is that the bus is at least direct and drops off in the heart of the village. The length of the journey did, of course, mean an early start. Thankfully, I'd picked an excellent day weather-wise for a journey into the midst of the Peak District. I boarded the 8.17 train from Nottingham station, arriving in Sheffield around an hour later. Sheffield Bus Interchange is located a short walk from the station. The next available bus to Castleton would depart at 9.46 which meant I had a few minutes to wait. Before long though, my double decker chariot had arrived and I, along with several other like-minded people, as well as a large number of students, was wending my way out of Yorkshire and into Derbyshire. After around 20 minutes or so of a steadfastly uphill bus journey, the urban sprawl of the Steel City begin to give way to open countryside. My heart was gladdened when I saw the sign proclaiming entry to the Peak District, which seemed to coincide with the changing of the landscape. Rocky outcrops and soaring hills dominated the surroundings, with green swathes of sloping field running on into the distance as the mid-morning mist was quickly burned away by the strengthening sun. Ever since I first visited the Peak District, I've always felt an affinity for its scenery and the sheer majesty of its natural beauty. This is an ancient landscape, sculpted and wrought by nature, thankfully maintained and preserved by humanity so that it can be enjoyed for generations. As well as being very scenic, the bus ride also encompassed moments of awe and peril as the bus squeezed down narrow country lanes through villages of stone cottages. Eventually though, just before 11am, we had reached our destination. I disembarked the bus at the Castleton bus station, ready to begin my day of alcohol exploration. As well as excitement, I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. Would Castleton be as good as I remembered it? Had I painted a false picture of the village? Would my rose-tinted glasses be fogged by disappointment? There was only one way to find out.
Following a quick toilet break at the public toilets next to the bus station, I set my sights on my first pub of the day. This was only a few yards back down the road along which the bus had entered the village. Memories came flooding back as I made my way to Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese.
This traditional village inn is the only pub in Castleton currently listed in the Good Beer Guide (2025). It was originally built in 1660 and gained its licence as a pub in 1748, when it became a coaching inn. The present name dates from 1876. It also holds a special place in my heart as the pub where my love for real ale was fully realised. My last trip here had been something of an epiphany which caused my then newly-fledged taste for Britain's best drink to spring forth fully formed. Entering through the front door gives you the options of going left or right. Going right will take you to the restaurant, whilst left will see you enter the bar area. The interior is very much in keeping with a pub of this style and age. Wooden beams criss-cross the ceiling, some of which are inscribed with the names of the landlords of the pub, dating back to 1746. The seating takes the form of settles and wooden tables and chairs, arranged around the edge of the room. The walls are whitewashed, with artefacts and old photos of the village. A smaller snug space is at the rear of the room. The bar is central to the building and features 6 handpulls. I jumped for joy (metaphorically speaking, think of my knees) when I saw what the lineup had to offer. 5 of the 6 handpulls were in use, with a choice between Acorn Barnsley Bitter, Bradfield Farmers Blonde, Abbeydale Moonshine, Peak Ales Bakewell Best and Abbeydale Deception. I felt an immediate sense of giddy nostalgia. When I was last here, it was Abbeydale Moonshine that had finally crossed me over to the delightful world of real ale and cemented the start of a love affair with proper beer that continues to this day. It was too great an opportunity to pass up. I went straight for the Moonshine, parted with £2.40 for a half, and moved over to one of the settles opposite the bar. For the next few minutes, I'd gone back in time to the day, years before, where this had all begun. The Moonshine was as good as I remembered. Absolutely perfect. It remains my favourite real ale to this day and I have this place to thank. Being in this pub, with this beer, and recreating the moment so many years later, created a sensation bordering on the spiritual. What a start to the day!
I was brimming with hope as I left Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese. The fact that my memories of the place had been vindicated suggested good things were to come for the rest of the day's events. Leaving the pub, I turned left, heading back down How Lane in the direction of the bus station and the centre of the village. The road curves round to the left, where it becomes Back Street. I followed the road, trying to keep as close to the walls of the adjacent buildings as possible. The narrow road means heavy goods vehicles swing around the bends at quite alarming angles. My next destination lies on the junction of Back Street and Cross Street. Next up would be Ye Olde Nags Head.
This is another 17th century, former coaching inn and another premises that has remained relatively unchanged in the intervening years. The entrance is to the front of the building, accessed up a flight of steps from Cross Street. A relatively small entranceway opens out into a foyer, which again has a choice of directions. Going left will take you to a restaurant area. The smaller bar area is to the right. The carved wooden bar presides over an area of exposed stone walls, wooden furniture and exposed beams covered in pump clips. A staircase in one corner leads up to the toilets and there is also en-suite accommodation. The bar area itself gives the impression of a classic Peak District inn, welcoming and comfortable and, when the feature fireplace is lit, no doubt very cosy. The bar itself is well stocked. A bank of 7 handpulls can be found here, 5 of which were in use on the day. The available beers were Lucky Hoof (the house beer, brewed by Intrepid), Intrepid Navio, Bradfield Farmers Stout, Welbeck Abbey Henrietta and Stancill Stainless. Whilst I was familiar with Intrepid by name, my experience with their beers has been virtually non-existent, so it seemed perfectly logical to give them a go here and I settled for Navio (4%). This cost £2.55 for a half. I withdrew to a bench adjacent to the bar, looking out into the wider bar space and taking in the surroundings. Ye Olde Nags Head has previously featured in the Good Beer Guide and it's easy to see why. The Navio is delicious. Billed as a 'modern bitter' to use the marketing parlance, this is a golden ale brewed with US, UK and European hops. The aromas are citrusy with the flavours conveying marmalade. In short, it's a very drinkable interpretation of a session beer. The brewery itself is based further down the Hope Valley, on the site of an old Roman fort, the history of which influences the beer names.
Before too long, my glass was empty and it was time to depart Ye Olde Nags Head. I still had a little bit of time before the next destination opened but I'd factored this into my itinerary in order to give myself more time to explore. As mentioned earlier, I'd certainly picked a decent day for it. Spring has well and truly sprung. The skies were a perfect blue, the sun was beaming down and the temperature was decidedly mild. Under these conditions, a seasonal eudemonia sets in and my mood is always lifted. I spent a good amount of time wandering the village, taking in the sites, specifically Peveril Castle, perched high on its outcrop overlooking proceedings, and Peak Cavern, otherwise known as The Devil's Arse, one of Castleton's 4 show caves and the only one to have formed naturally. The others are the result of mining in the area. Peak Cavern also boasts the largest natural cave entrance in Britain. I'd visited both the castle and the cave, as well as Speedwell Cavern which is permanently flooded with tours conducted solely by boat, on my previous trip and would sadly not have time to do the same on this occasion. Still, it was nice to be back and to reacquaint myself with their presence.
After my brief excursion around the village, which resulted in a lot of photos being taken, I was ready to hit pub number 3. This would one of 2 that lie on the same street, Castle Street, off the main road through the village, under the watchful eye of the aforementioned fortress. The next stop would be The George.
The George was built in 1543 and has been family-run by the current tenants since 2018. The pub is owned by Wells and is Grade II listed. Its location in the village, at the far end of Castle Street opposite the church has seen it described as Castleton's only 'back street' pub. It's not immediately obvious who the George it is named after actually refers to. It's likely to be a monarch or someone of great importance, although the monarch at the time of its construction was Henry VIII. Passing through the suntrap front drinking area will take you into a cosy two-roomed layout, with flagstone floors in the bar area and a carpeted restaurant to the other side. Both sides are served by a curved central bar. To the rear is a corridor that leads to the toilets. There is also a rear garden with views towards Mam Tor. Internal seating is traditional wooden furniture. A real fireplace faces the bar, and was inexplicably lit when I arrived. The decoration includes images of the village plus numerous awards that the pub has won. The George has won awards for its sustainability aims, including Pub Aid Community Sustainability Hero in both 2024 and 2025. It keeping with this theme, the pub grows its own produce which is used in its kitchen. It also utilises solar power, is big on recycling and even keeps its own bees. There's certainly a welcoming buzz about the pub (pun intended and I won't apologise for it). 5 handpulls are located on the bar, split across both sides. These usually feature a couple of beers from Brewpoint (Wells's brewing arm) alongside well-known bigger brands. This turned out to be the case at the time of my visit. Alongside Brewpoint Ruggers and Anchorman, Timothy Taylor Landlord, Wainwright, and Black Sheep Best Bitter were also available. I opted for the Wainwright (£2.65 a half) and wandered outside to take advantage of the glorious weather and soak up some much needed Vitamin D. I did briefly return inside to use the toilet but I would finish my drink in the sun. The Wainwright was in good condition. Whilst it wouldn't necessarily be an obvious first choice amongst the options available, I thought I'd give it a go all the same and it turned out to be a wise idea. On the whole, The George is a cracking pub! It should be commended for its commitment to sustainability, as well as the warm welcome and the quality of its offering. People are often quick to criticise pubs for making efforts to go against the grain but, with climate change and the environment rightly becoming more of a concern, we can all learn a lot from the commitments being made here.
I didn't have far to go at all for my next stop and it would again be a place that I'd visited before. As mentioned previously, the next pub is on the same street as The George. I would now be stopping off at The Castle Inn.
This stone-built pub is hundreds of years old and previously acted as a coaching inn, being a stopping off point for the Wellington Express, which travelled between Manchester and Sheffield in the 1800s. Now operated by Mitchells and Butlers, as part of its Vintage Inns chain, The Castle aims to create an authentic atmosphere. Past the stone frontage and the outside drinking area with its rattan furniture, you will find the entrance to the pub, which leads into the bar area, located on the right. A corridor beyond this extends to the toilets. A staircase leads up to the guest bedrooms above. Whilst the bar area itself is relatively small, there is a decent amount of seating stretching around the edge of the room. Wooden beams, candles on tables and local photographs adorning the walls add to the ambience, although the candles were obviously not lit so early in the day. The sash windows are large, allowing lots of natural light to filter through into the atmospheric space. More tables for dining can be found across the corridor from the bar. The bar options here were from 3 of 5 available handpumps, offering a choice between Abbeydale Moonshine, Sharp's Doom Bar and Wainwright. As loathe as I was to repeat a beer, I didn't really fancy Doom Bar and instead I went for the Moonshine (£2.20 a half). If nothing else, it would be a good point of comparison between here and Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese from earlier in the day. I decided once again to enjoy my beer outside. I'd chosen my arrival at a good time. A large group, who appeared to all be wearing gym and workout clothes, had arrived before me but were taking their time to get to the bar so I snuck ahead so I wouldn't be waiting for ages. The Moonshine here was decent. It definitely wasn't as good as that which I'd had earlier but it was far from awful. I hadn't just come here for the beer though. The Castle is allegedly very haunted, with 4 spirits believed to be in residence. The most well-known of these is that of a woman, jilted at the altar, who still appears in the building, the location of her reception, still in her wedding dress. One witness is known to have run out of the building screaming after an encounter with this sorrowful wraith whilst another claims that the ghost only appeared from the knees up. The apparition of a man in a blue pinstripe suit has also been seen by two previous proprietors. Room 4 is allegedly haunted and home to strange activity. The details of this, and that of the 4th ghost, are scant. On my previous visit, there was a large board inside the entrance that provided information on all of the hauntings but this has since, rather annoyingly, been removed and I have thus far been unable to glean more information. Still, The Castle is still worthy of a visit, however you feel about being potentially terrified by a ghostly bride.
With my second Moonshine of the day down the hatch, I broke for lunch. This I enjoyed on a bench near to the old defensive wall, not far from where the tourist visitor centre is located. There were more people around by this stage. As far as I could tell, it was mostly tourists but there were some locals. There were also a few school groups, and smaller family groups. I also saw a lot of people walking, either by themselves or with dogs. This is certainly the right location for exactly that sort of activity. Lunch consumed, it was back to the grind. My next stop was mere feet away. I was back on Cross Street now. Onto the Bulls Head.
Recently refurbished, the Bulls Head is a Robinsons operated pub and hotel, set in a slightly elevated position overlooking fields to the rear. The interior has a roughly two roomed layout. The bar area, to the left, is smaller, with leather sofas and a mix of wooden furniture. The bar is large and set almost opposite the door. The dining room area is larger, with wood panelling. To the rear, a door leads out into the car park but also a large outside seating area, with wooden furniture. There is also an enclosed barn for additional outdoor drinking and dining, although this was closed during my visit. This being a Robinsons pub it should come as no surprise that their beers are the ones on offer. The 4 handpulls offer a variety from their portfolio. My choices on the day were Trooper, Idaho, Dizzy Blonde and Unicorn. As partial as I am to Trooper, Idaho was a new beer for me, plus the pump clip was shaped like a bear, so I decided to give that one a go. This is a 4.6% IPA, triple hopped with Idaho 7 hops from an Idaho hop farm. As expected, it's a big flavoursome beer with juicy tropical and citrus flavours with aromas of soft fruit and a backbone of gentle pine. Drinking a beer of this type in the sunshine, overlooking green fields, in the shadow of imposing Derbyshire hills, whilst the sun radiates down, is something to be treasured.
I was in something of a quandary as I left the Bulls Head. It was much earlier in the day than I expected it to be at this point. I'd planned for it to take longer to get around all of the pubs on the agenda. As it was, it was barely 1.30 and I only had two pubs left in Castleton. I resolved to slow things down a bit at the next pub and ponder my next move. This time, I retraced my steps. I headed back down Cross Street, turned left and then right so I was back on How Lane. My next stop was The Peak Hotel.
The Peak Hotel began life as an inn in 1809 when it was under the stewardship of Robert Schofield Watson, a butcher by trade, who also operated a shop down an alley across the road, as well as owning the field opposite. The property was leased from the How family, who have given their name to the road outside. At the time, the pub was known as The Board. Following Robert's death in in 1828, at the age of just 46, and the tragic death of his 11 year old son only a fortnight later, his widow Deborah took on the pub, with their sons William and Benjamin taking over the butchers. The pub name changed to The Heart around this period. Deborah eventually passed the inn to Benjamin and his new wife, Harriet, in 1839. Harriet died in 1844, aged just 23, and Benjamin remained at the inn with their children, renaming it the Butcher's Arms and eventually purchasing it from Elizabeth How upon the death of his mother in 1846. In the deeds, the Peak Hotel is listed as a house, barn and garden, a cottage and croft, and a butchers shop. Benjamin Watson finally sold the property in 1887 to Greaves & Co. of Norfolk Brewery in Sheffield. Rebuilding and alterations took place two years later, including stabling for 50 horses and an outside balcony to create a Swiss cottage effect. This coincided with the discovery of a 5 foot long sword from the Cromwell period in a nearby stream. The building was officially renamed the Peak Hotel in 1890 and reopened on May 13th 1891. Gilmour's Brewery of Sheffield bought the hotel in the 1930s and it was then sold to Tetley's. The building has been under the current ownership since 2014. I wasn't sure what to expect when I entered the Peak Hotel but I needn't have worried. Upon entering, the bar is directly opposite the door. To the left, an area of comfy seating occupies space inside the front windows. Beyond this, a more secluded space to the rear has wooden furniture, bookcases and an upright piano. To the right of the entrance, another table is tucked into an alcove. An area beyond this acts as a restaurant. To the rear, there is a sheltered garden, accessed up a flight of steps. The toilets are located inside, to the rear of the building, in an area underneath a staircase that leads up to the accommodation above. The decor is inviting, with old advertising posters, breweriana, mirrors and other items reflecting changes in attitudes to marketing down the years. This is all accompanied by a soundtrack of 50s and 60s classics. On the bar, you will find 5 handpulls, the main reason for my visit. All of these were in use at the time of my arrival offering Timothy Taylor Landlord, Bradfield Farmers Blonde, Theakston Old Peculier, Theakston Best and Wainwright. With more time to kill here than I'd initially anticipated, I decided that I'd treat myself to a pint, specifically of the Farmers Blonde (4%). This set me back £4.90, which is not unreasonable given the location and I wandered out to the garden, although this turned out to be mostly in the shade so I returned inside and sat in the area of the pub towards the rear. The Farmers Blonde was certainly a cracking pint! This is a very pale, blonde beer with citrus and summer fruit aromas. It's very easy to drink and certainly very refreshing. Whilst I supped my delicious pint, I tried to figure out what to do. My scheduled train back from Sheffield wasn't until 17.45. This meant I would need to get the 4pm bus back from Castleton at the absolute latest. I only had one venue left to visit in Castleton and this wouldn't be opening until 3pm. At this point in time, it was approaching 2pm. In my eyes, I had 3 options. 1) I could continue to potter around Castleton whilst I waited for the last venue to open. 2) I could skip the last pub and get an earlier bus back to Sheffield and possibly have a beer at one of their fine drinking establishments. 3) I could wander into the neighbouring village of Hope, where I knew there would be at least one pub I could while away time at, and then wander back and hit the last Castleton pub before the bus home.
In the end, I picked option 3, which was, obviously, the most logistically taxing. Still, it was a nice day and I wasn't ready to say goodbye to the Peak District just yet. The village of Hope is some 1 and a half miles distant and is pretty much a straight line along the main road that I'd entered Castleton along on the bus earlier. My aim was to get to Hope for around 2.30, have a pint, and then get back to Castleton for 3.30, knowing that would give me enough time for a half in the final venue, which is a stone's throw from the bus station. Off I went, safe in the knowledge that, worst case scenario, if I ran out of time, I could catch the bus from Hope instead. Thankfully, my determination paid off. I enjoyed a very good walk from one village to the other, taking in the sights of sheep and green fields, hills rising behind, the oddly out of place spectre of the nearby cement works sticking up in the foreground. The walk took me around half an hour, by which time a pint was very much required. Luckily, there is a Good Beer Guide 2025 listed venue in Hope, and it happened to be open. I was looking forward to my detour to the Old Hall Hotel.
Time check. It was 2.50. Pint finished, I resolved to return to Castleton, again on foot and tick off the last part of my itinerary. Making the slog back down the main road, I entered Castleton for the second time that day, around 3.25. The final stop on my grand day out had just opened its doors. My last stop would be the Swiss Tap.
My final destination before the bus is a modern bar that operates as part of B&B but is also open to non-residents. It also operates as a restaurant for both B&B guests and the general public. The layout is micropub in style. A small seating area at the front leads to the single entrance which opens into the main bar space. The bar runs along the rear of the room. A small number of tables and chairs are accommodated into the space, along with leather sofas that run under both windows. The lighting is bright and the decor is modern and contemporary. An archway leads through to a larger room with the same aesthetic. TVs are on the wall, usually showing sport. Toilets are through a doorway next to the bar. Amongst the relatively mainstream keg and spirit options, there is also a bank of 4 handpulls on the bar. Half of these were occupied when I entered, with a duo from Abbeydale: Daily Bread and Moonshine. Resisting the urge to have Moonshine for the third time in a day, I went for the alternative. Daily Bread (3.8%) is Abbeydale's take on a classic English bitter. It's copper in colour, malty and smooth, creating a well balanced beer overall, rounded out by subtle hop flavours. I parted with £2.45 for a half. It was a bit different to everything else I'd had to drink all day and all the better for it. I detected biscuit notes which made the whole thing moreish.
I had no time for more though. With my half depleted, I took my leave and walked the few short yards to the bus station, still with plenty of time to spare. Before too long, I was conveyed back across the hills and dales to the metropolitan hubbub of Sheffield and further on to Nottingham, although not before a short delay due to a points failure. With my return journey being as long as my outbound one, I had plenty of time to reflect. What a bloody great day I'd had! Castleton had fully lived up to my expectations and, in a lot of ways, surpassed what I could remember about it from my one previous trip. On paper, a solo trip to the Peak District could have been quite daunting and intimidating. However, my experience as a solo traveller has become a lot more extensive over the past few years and for that I'm glad. I doubt I would have had the courage or the determination to make this trip in the early days of the blog. I'm truly grateful that I'm able to push forward and visit and revisit places and summarise my experiences in these pages, and I'm also grateful to everyone that takes the time to read them. I can take two main things from my trip to Castleton and my side quest to Hope. The first is that, the beer and pub scene, certainly in this part of the Peaks, is not to be sniffed at. Being in such close proximity to a number of excellent breweries certainly helps matters. The second is that I shouldn't have left it so long to make a return visit. I love the Peak District. Its soaring landscapes, hills and caves are something that we should be immensely grateful for and protective of, and it's myriad excellent pubs should be seen as an extension of that. There's something almost indescribably peaceful and rejuvenating about drinking a well kept beer, surrounded by gorgeous scenery, and watching the world roll by. The pace of life seems different here. As I departed Castleton, away from the shadow of Peveril Castle and the shivering slopes of Mam Tor, it was hard not to feel a pang of sadness. However, that will always be accompanied by a sense of incredible happiness that I managed to get back here. Whatever else is going on in the world and, let's be honest, there's a lot, you always need somewhere where, just for a few hours, everything feels sane.
Pub of the day: The George. Great location, cracking beer and deservedly recognised for their sustainability credentials.
Beer of the day: Abbeydale Moonshine at Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese. Predictable I know but what can I say?
Biggest surprise: The Peak Hotel. Quirky, comfortable and welcoming location that was much more than expected.