A web page showing photos from three walks from Bakewell, Derbyshire in December 2010.
All photos taken by, or under the artistic direction of Sunnydale as Yeti's paws are a bit too big for camera buttons.

A short late afternoon walk onto the Monsal Trail above Bakewell, with wonderful hoar frost on all the trees.
We were onto the Trail just as the sun set.

Hoar frost on everything. Or to give it the correct names, radiation frost or pruina.

It's the white ice crystals, loosely deposited on exposed objects, that form on cold clear nights when heat
losses into the open skies cause objects to become colder than the surrounding air.
I'm an expert on the subject now. 'Cos I just read about it on Wikipedia.

The setting sun gave a nice glow behind the hoar frosty trees.

Nice wintry scene.

Only a short walk, but in quite superb winter scenery. And with the prospect of a couple of lovely days walking to come.

After the wonderful warm up late afternoon walk of the previous day, the morning of the 8th showed another
superb few snowy hours walking was in prospect.

Deep snow, clear blue skies, wonderful scenery and a great walking companion.
What more can you ask for with a winter walk.

Oh, and the chance to play on my snowshoes!

And I was playing in the deep snow, as Sunnydale was taking the photos from a well defined track in the snow that
I could just have easily used. But I'd brought my toys with me, and wanted to play with them.

Heading towards Noton Barn Farm. I know it's called that cos I checked the OS map.

With such a nicely defined track I be'aved meself and stopped playing on my snowshoes.

Onto an icy road now. "Don't you go slipping over Yeti".

We didn't actually go that way. But it's a nice view, and Sunny doesn't miss photographing many of those.

An even icier road. And even more exhortations from Sunny for me not to fall over. Yetis can be very clumsy.

"You want me to walk down there?". "Yes Yeti, but I'll let you stop for a drink soon"

Drinks were off.

Deep untrodden snow. So I wasn't playing on my snowshoes now. This time it was for real.

I was sure I'd walked that bit in a straight line. Oh well, never mind..........

All downhill in front of us now.

And, by an amazing coincidence, all uphill behind us.

A rather icicly Haddon Hall. Don't think I've ever used the word "icicly" before.

Sunny never misses the chance of a lovely photo through snow laden branches.

Or the chance of shooting a snowy scene into the sun. With the River Wye doing the honours for the lovely glint.

Lots of snow here, back near to Bakewell as our lovely walk was soon to end.

9th December and we set off, yet again with snow on the ground and under blue skies. Yippeeee!

What are they all looking at?

Oh, at a young swan trying to get up the small wier on the River Wye in Bakewell.

Today we were heading to Chatsworth. Over the hills and far away.

Well, just one hill and not that far. But I was close.

Either walk in the deep snow, or on the white ice. So it was the white ice, with crampons helping us walk at a normal pace.

Wind blown snow patterns.

Snow as far as the eye could see. Real Yeti prowling territory.

Nothing like an open gate for an invitation to take a lovely winter photo.

Into the village of Edensor.

A very pleasant lunch was taken with a view over to Chatsworth House.

The clouds were gathering as were the deer. "No Yeti, no. Don't chase them. You can't still be hungry after that nice lunch".

Sheep May Safely Graze, wrote Johann Sebastian Bach. But he didn't know how hungry Yetis get on a winters walk.

Carlton Pastures, deep snow and the clouds finally forced the blue sky into an early night.

"Can't you hear Bach's Cantata Nš 208 as you watch those sheep grazing safely Yeti?".
"No Sunny, just the sound of lamb chops grilling".

Very deep snow meant I was on my snowshoes again. Determined to outpace Sunny who was still in walking boots.

I'm sure I would have outpaced her if she hadn't stood still to take photos. Dream on Yeti......

The bitter cold had frozen this small pond solid.

All good things come to an end. And as my companion descended Manners Wood securely on her six point instep crampons so ended three wonderful days walking in the Bakewell winter ice and snow. Thank you Sunny, they were three quite super days.