Whilst Mel did her last day in Liverpool, I started the journey south and then detoured to the edge of the Peak District to take advantage of the sunshine.
One both of our last two visits to the Peaks, we’d admired the craggy peaks of The Roaches, a ridge Millstone Grit that juts put of the landscape. A perfect opportunity to take a closer look.
I ended up having to curtail the walk as rain looked imminent, although in the end I god away without more than a few spits. The Roaches were gods, and a popular walking spot, and the views were excellent. I could see the coast at Liverpool, Snowdonia in Wales and I think as far south as Kington and Offa’s Dyke.
