The Ashover Jaunt. Discovering a hidden gem of the Peak District.

The walk starts with a rather sweet stroll up a hill with a confectionery connection of sorts.
A huge stone that turns on the full moon, leading you on to a rendezvous for lovers. Before dropping down through ancient woodlands, old industrial relics and stunning wildflower meadows to bypass en route an elegant 17th-century hall with some dubious antipodean connections. All finished off by walking down a road designed for death, before ending in a grand poetical flourish,
On St Crispin’s Day.

This moderately hilly, five-mile walk starts in the charming little south Pennine village of Ashover. The village itself, an outlier of the Peak District sits close to the nearby old coal mining area of Clay Cross and is one that most people drive past on their way to visit the more famous towns and honey pots in the north of the county.
Easy to miss, this sleepy little east Derbyshire village and its elegant old stone buildings nestle unobtrusively low down, in the beautiful verdant pastures and sheep walks that surround the upper reaches of the embryonic and tranquil River Amber. From Asher as the locals call Ashover it proceeds on its long slow journey down through its namesake valley, to pass lazily on through Ogston Reservoir. From where it turns south-west to eventually flow into the River Derwent at Ambergate.

Parking and Map.

O/S Explorer Map, Chesterfield and Alfreton, 269.
{R’F’M’ within the text indicates a round yellow footpath marker}.

Park in the centre of Ashover near to the Crispin Inn on Church Street. SK 349 632. If you can’t find a place there, it’s possible to use the Village Hall car park on Milken Lane. SK 351 633.

Food And Drink
The three pubs that provide food in the centre of Ashover, are the Crispin Inn, the Black Swan and the Old Poets Corner.
All very close to the car parking areas.

The Walk.

Leaving your car, walk eastwards along Church Street towards the Black Swan Inn that stands on the junction of Moor Road and Milken Lane, coming in from the right.  Take Milken Lane, by-pass the Black Swan Inn and carry on eastwards for about 30 metres until on your left, sitting under a pedestrian crossing sign you will see a large green footpath sign standing by the side of a wooden wicket kissing gate.

The Black Swan Inn is over three hundred years old and is said to be haunted by the ghost of a Laughing Cavalier.  It’s also reputed’ that at one time the brutal and barbaric practice of Bear-baiting took place in a bear pit just behind the inn.


Take the footpath to walk under a group of large Sycamore trees and keeping the wire fence to your left, walk north-eastwards up the field towards the woodlands surrounding Beech field House.  In the far corner of the pasture, pass through a wooden wicket gate to walk along a narrow footpath/alley, enclosed between well-built masonry walls, this leads you on through a narrow stone bridge/tunnel.


Keep walking on between the walls, now overhung with tall Laurels, up to second bridge/tunnel; this leads on to a set of stone steps leading you up to a well-sculpted stone squeeze stile.  Pass through and out onto a metaled track.


Turn left and walk uphill for about 30 meters and take the broad track on the right.  Tall wooden way-mark post on the right of the track’s entrance, {Y’F’M’}.  This will take you up on to the west side of Far Hill


Plod straight on, keeping to the wall and the tall overhanging Leyland Cypress on your right.  Soon a rough meadow opens up on the right, as you climb steeply up to pass through/by an old redundant gritstone squeeze stile.  Carry on up, keeping to the wall until you see a second redundant squeeze’, also to your right.


Bear right here and follow the steep path up a set of stone steps to a cross-track.  Go straight over this and continue steeply up the steps; occasionally stopping to turn around and take in the superb views over Ashover and the parish church of All Saints, its golden weather vane glinting and standing proud atop its slender spire.  Until, after passing through small outcropping gritstone crags the track eventually brings you out on to the summit ridge of Far Hill.


Turn right and walk in a south-easterly direction along the ridge towards the large gritstone block called the Fabrick, seen sticking up in the near distance.  When you get to it and if you’re feeling adventurous’ it’s possible to scramble up on to the summit from its lower east side.  Just beyond this stands a brass topped orientation table, and a little further on the white stump of the hills triangulation point.
This is the highest point for some miles around, and here, especially on a bright clear day in the winter, you get some superb views out to the south and west over the Amber Valley.
On the other side of the dale, high on the hillside to the south-west, set in and above the woodlands of Overton Hall you can just make out Turningstone Edge and Cocking Tor.  The halfway point of your walk.



The summit of Far Hill and the rock buttress the Fabrick, or as it’s sometimes called Ashover Rock, {299 metres above sea level}, is a nature reserve and at present under the care of Derbyshire County Council.  It was acquired by them from the Bassett sisters, who in 2006 donated it to the county.  The sisters, one of whom lived in Ashover until she reached the age of 100, were direct descendants of the founder of G E O Basset and Co’ of Sheffield, famous for the creation of

  The name of Fabrick is thought to be derived from the stone that was removed from the small quarries littering the western flank of the hill.  I.E. the material/fabric used to build dry-stone walls and some of the local buildings.


Once you’ve sated your appetite of the beautiful views to be had all round.  Retrace your steps back along the ridge to pass under the Fabrick again.  Keep on above the small gritstone crags below you and before long, the path follows just to the left of a low slightly overgrown dry-stone wall.  Keep following it to pass under a couple of stunted wind-blown Scots Pine, before eventually walking out onto Alton Lane. Turn left and walk down the road, ignore hillside road, this comes up diagonally from the left.  Continue on past Basset Barn lane coming in from the right to keep rambling on down the gently curving Hilltop Road between high mossy overgrown walls.


Occasional grand views over the walls and fences on your left, {south}, above Ashover and onward down the Amber Valley.


Ignoring footpaths coming in from both the left and the right, after about a third of a mile, on a sharp right-hand bend you arrive at the delightfully named cottage of Apple Tree Knoll Farm.


Opposite on the apex of the bend, you will find a wooden wicket gate standing under a wooden footpath post/sign. Push through the gate and walk down the steep stone steps, set close by the side of a low dry-stone wall and overhung with tall gorse bushes.  Enter the small rough meadow that lies below.  Cross this to pass through a grit’ squeeze stile in a broken-down dry-stone wall.


Enter the meadow and plod on down towards the right-hand side of a small mixed copse.  Walk steeply down the side of the wood to the corner of the pasture, {can be very muddy}.  There, standing next to a metal farm gate sits a wooden wicket’, immediately followed by a gritstone’ squeeze stile.  Pass through and walk straight down the field towards the houses below to a galvanized metal farm gate; wooden wicket to its right.  This will take you out onto Hill Road.


Cross over to the road opposite, {called Chapel Hill, not signed}.  Plod on down the lane by/passing a charming house called The Weavers Cottage.   Ignoring lanes coming in from the left and right, keep on down-hill for several hundred metres to the junction of the road with Cripton Lane.  Where opposite, a few metres to the right and slightly overgrown with ivy you will find a wooden footpath sign.


Press on steeply down the narrow snicket, between low moss and ivy-covered walls to a grit’ squeeze’.  Go through and sticking close to the dry-stone wall on the right, pass under a few short scrubby thorns and ash out into a rough boggy meadow.  Negotiate the bog, and sticking close to the wall carry on down through low brambles up to a second grit’ squeeze’.  Step through, and with the wall to your left, wade on down through the buttercups into the left-hand corner of the meadow, {always very muddy}.

Here you will find a wooden squeeze stile, followed immediately by one made of grit-stone.   Pass through these and out onto Marsh Green Lane.  Turn left, and walk ten metres along this lovely shaded tree-lined lane to find a grit’ squeeze’ in the dry-stone wall on the right, {wooden footpath sign}.


Keep to the side of the meadow and as close to the hedge as possible.  In places, this field can be very boggy, so you will have to deviate away from the hedge to find solid footing.  Keep on to pass between a scruffy old alder and an oak tree.  Here, there are some lovely views to be had over the hedge to your left towards Ashover, with the tall spire of All Saints church standing proud above it.  Carry on dodging the mud and work your way down the marshy field to pass through a second pair of trees, this time ash and oak.  All the while heading for the Marsh Wood and the corner of the meadow.


Here, the path bears to the left and you’re forced to cross a small muddy stream issuing from a large concrete pipe in the hedge to your left.  This runs into a broader stream on the right called the Marsh Brook.  Ford the claggy brook and sticking to the overgrown wall as it curves round to the left, leave the Marsh Brook behind to find a wooden wicket’ and a gritstone squeeze stile.


Squeeze through, and following the narrow path, walk up the right-hand side of a small tussocky meadow, after a few metres, the track leads on through a thicket of small scrub blackthorns.  These will bring you hard up to an old converted Victorian chapel.  On the right-hand corner, next to the chapels boundary stands a rusty old metal farm gate with an unusual type of metal squeeze to its left.  Negotiate this and out onto Butts Lane, {wooden footpath sign}. 


When I first walked this section of the route one beautiful spring day in March.  Just as I pushed through the gritstone squeeze stile, standing in the middle of the path plucking and flaying the flesh from a Wood Pigeon.  I came across a male Peregrine Falcon, {a Tiercel}.  It was only about five metres away, as it stood there coldly staring at me, not moving and obviously reluctant to leave its prey.  This was the closest that I’d been to a wild Peregrine and for me a rare privilege.  I could see every detail of its perfect plumage.  From the yellow ring around its huge cold black eyes, its subtle slate grey back and the clearly defined close black bars on its white chest.  All set above a pair of strong yellow feet and talons.
We stood there eyeballing one another for several minutes.  Until seeing me slowly reach down for my camera, prudence got the better of it and reluctantly leaving its prey fled into the sanctuary of a nearby ash tree.

DSC08705Turn right and walk down Butts Lane until you come to a sharp right-hand bend, stone cottage on the right.  Opposite on the left stands a pair of wide metal gates with a bold sign announcing Butts Quarry Riders Welcome.
The quarry is on private land and is used for Moto X events; however, several permissive footpaths cross the estate and give access to the River Amber at this point.

DSC09317 An alternative way of getting to this point is after you have crossed the small muddy stream near the concrete outflow.  Walk for a further thirty meters, until on the right, you will see a narrow stone footbridge made out of two great gritstone slabs laid across the Marsh Brook.  Cross the bridge and pass through into the woodland.  Follow the path, rising steeply in a diagonal direction rightwards under the shade of the delightful mixed deciduous forest canopy.  Keep going, walking over the odd gritstone flag’ before passing through a gap in the stone wall and out on to Butts Road.  Turn left and walk down the road to find the cottage and large metal gates on the sharp bend.


Pass through a squeeze in the wall to the right of the wide gates, {wooden permissive footpath sign}.  Take the lower left of the three gravel tracks in front of you.  Follow the ride down towards the River Amber, bearing right in the valley bottom, all the while enjoying the lovely views down the broad wide sweep of the dale.  Keep on heading west alongside the river until on your left you see the entrance to an old disused limestone quarry, and just beyond that an old chestnut paling fence.  Go straight on through a gap and pass to the right of a post and rail fence, from where the track will lead you up to a wooden footpath post.


Walk under a large clump of Hollys up to a tri-stone grit’ squeeze, pass through these onto a stone bridge leading over the River Amber.  After you’ve absorbed the lovely tranquil scene on either side, carry on through a second squeeze closely followed by a wicket’, taking you out into a beautiful buttercup meadow.


Continue on up the meadow bearing left around the woodland to a metal farm gate.


Pass through, keeping the dry-stone wall and old thorn bushes to your right, follow the wall to a wide gap/gateway in the corner of the meadow.  If you fancy taking the weight of your feet, there’s a convenient viewing bench sitting just to the right of the gateway.
  Go through to a grit squeeze set to the right of a gateway under the line of tall old Larches.


Walk straight on up the meadow with Goss Hall on your right, towards a metal wicket gate standing between a large horse chestnut tree and a sycamore.  Go through and pass under the canopy, between low stone walls up to a squeeze stile, {wooden footpath sign on roadside}.  Step out onto the narrow metaled road. {Green End Lane}.


Turn left and walk down the pleasant sun-dappled lane.  After a couple of hundred metres or so, you leave the woodland and views open up on either side onto wide meadows, that by may are burnished with shimmering drifts of golden buttercups.  Keep on the road for about a quatre of a mile, by-passing Overton Lodge Cottage on the left, until you arrive at Green End Farm on the right with St Martins Farm on the left.  Trundle on for 150 metres or so to pass on your left Green End Cottage.  Shortly after the cottage, the road develops into a broad limestone track.  Carry on for another dusty quatre of a mile, until you come to a junction and the entrance to Overton Hall, signposted private.


Turn right here and step through four stout wooden posts at the entrance to a wide walled in ride, {Y’F’M’ on left-hand post}.


Meander along this delightful little byway, paved in places with gritstone slabs.  These worn smooth and hollow by generations of miners hobnailed boots, as they clattered their weary and worn way to and from the mine on the hillside above the trees.  Eventually, the walls give way and the flagstones lead you on through a shaded tunnel of small deciduous trees and pines.


Before long, the pines give way and the track widens as it gradually gains height.  Steep in parts, and overhung with the dark atmospheric canopy of the ancient mature forest that goes to make up the Cocker Spar Wood.


The ride continues to rise and as it does it widens, bearing to the right.  Until after passing under a stand of tall Corsican pine and larch trees, it brings you out into the blinding light of a broad bare clearing of limestone scree and old mine spoil.  This is the detritus from the old Gregory lead mine workings that sat under Cocking Tor.


Stick to the track, as it gradually gains height in a slightly diagonal direction up through the spoil to its far side.  From here superb views begin to open up northwards over Ashover.
Just as the ride starts to enter the woodland again, on the right just past a large gritstone boulder, you will find a wooden footpath marker.  Y’F’M’.  Take this narrow path steeply up through the woodland, {east}.


The footpath steepens as it gradually gains hight through the mixed oak and rowan of the semi-natural woodland, until near it’s top it gets much steeper.  As it worms and climbs its way through outcropping gritstone boulders until on the crest of the ridge it meets a cross-track traversing the hillside.


Follow this to the left and traverse the hillside, wading through deep bracken, heather and bilberry under a low canopy of oaks, birches and rowans.  Until before long on your left, just below you standing up in the woodland you will come across the tall gritstone block named
The Turning Stone.


There are lots of local myths and legends surrounding the Turning Stone.  The main one, that it’s supposed to turn around on the Cocks crow, though on which days no one seems to know.  Others say it turns on the full moon.  All of these probably stem from the practice of the ancient celts to walk three times around their sacred stones and sites at certain times in the lunar calendar.


Leaving the stone, the woodland starts to thin and gives way to semi heather moorland, allowing more expansive views to the north and east.  Keep worming your way through the heather, slightly south-east, along the rim of the hill until you arrive at the slabby heavily carved and graffiti-covered top of Cocking Tor itself.

Cocking Tor and the love interest.

This is a well-known local beauty spot, and with good reason.  The vista below you over the Amber Valley is fantastic. Especially to the east towards Ogston Reservoir and beyond.  Across the valley to the north sits Ashover and above it Far Hill the start of your trek.
Some of the graffiti on the slab dates back as far as the 1800s and in one way, with a little imagination, it could be regarded as a journal of local love affairs over the last 200 years.


From the Cock Stone, the path heads south, weaving its way through heather and bracken, before gradually descending down through scattered oaks, birches and rowan.  Steep at first, with several steeper sections of scrambling through and over outcropping gritstone boulders.  As the path enters the woodland, it relents in its steepness and shortly curves to the left at a three stemmed birch tree.


Soon the path leads you through a bracken filled clearing before passing under trees again on to a wide bridle track, {wooden footpath post}.  Turn left and walk down it for about 50/60 metres until on the right you come to the entrance of a narrow steep bridleway, {Tall wooden footpath post}.
This heads off in a diagonal direction steeply down through the forest.  Yet another delightful byway leading you down beneath the mixed woodland canopy.  Keep on, with a mossy old gritstone wall to your right to follow it under a beautiful and atmospheric stand of beech trees.


As you come out of the beeches, the woodland begins to open up and you start to pass through scrub birches and rowans, intermingled with the odd rhododendron bush.  Soon, through the trees to your left the scree and spoil heaps of  Gregory mine can be seen again.  While in front of you, standing up amongst the trees the old chimney stack of the mines pumping engine.

The Gregory lead mine.

The main vein was owned by the Gregory family of Ravensnest Farm that sits in the valley below the mine and was worked for 250 years until it was finally closed in 1803.  The main mineral mined was galena, and at one time it was the most productive lead mine in the country, said to produce up to 1511 tons annually.   Employing at its hight up to 300 miners.


If you have the time it’s worth spending a little time exploring the spoil heaps, particularly in Maytime when the screes will be festooned with cushioned drifts of pure white Leadwort.
{Minuartia Verna}.


On warm sunny days in the summer Small Copper Butterflies are fairly common and with a bit of luck, you may even see a brown Lizard sunbathing on the screes. Not that common in Derbyshire, though the spoil heaps are one of the sites where they are often found.  I spotted the one in the photo on the masonry at the base of the chimney.

Return to the path and wander on down through scrub birches oak and goat willow to the chimney.  Skirting around its base, the ride takes you down under the trees to a widening before it curves to the right under an old scots pine.  Again the track narrows as it twists and turns before crossing over a small wet rill issuing from a spring on the right.  Soon after this, you drop down to Ravens Nest farmhouse/cottage, {not signed as such}.


Bear left at this and plod on down the farm track, bypassing on the left a group of sheds, byres and old farm implements, before long you come to a road junction with a sign indicating Ravens Nest and the Beeches to the right.  Ignore this, bear left and keep on walking down the farm lane.


Continue for about 150 meters until you see a limestone gravel track leading off to the left, {north}.  Follow this delightful by-way as it takes you through a couple of lovely buttercup meadows, the bridleway enclosed between low wire fences.  Before getting too far, the track becomes rocky and rough, lined with small ash trees and sunk low as it gradually rises between dry-stone walls.


  Eventually, the track levels out and soon you arrive at the elegant 17th century stone edifice of Overton Hall.


Overton Hall
Joseph Banks and the Aussie Connection.

Joseph Banks 1743/1820, member of the Royal Society and famous 18th-century botanist inherited Overton Hall and its 1200 acre estate from his uncle and banks_largeguardian in the year of 1792, and from there on it was his summer residence.
Banks a very skilled and knowledgable plant finder gained fame in 1768 at the young age of 24, by accompanying Captain James Cook on his expedition to Australia and his subsequent explorations of the south seas.
The odyssey took nearly three years to complete and during that time they suffered from a great many hardships.  Amongst others, the Endeavour was shipwrecked on the Great Barrier Reef and 20 crew members, succumbed fatally to either malaria or fever.  Cook sailed nearly 2000 miles surveying and plotting the coastline of Australia, arriving on its southern tip at Botany Bay on April 9th 1770.  During the journey Banks discovered over 1000 new plant species including 73 Banksias named after him.

Banks involvement in the use of Botany Bay as a  penal colony and the subsequent Q80_18_Pimbloy_MA48416951-1400subjection of the aboriginal population is rather more inglorious, as he fully supported the project.  The arrival of the British fleet in 1790, led to resistance two years later by the indigenous population against the Sidney colonists, led by an aboriginal leader named Pemulwuy.  In 1797 he was seriously wounded, though he evaded capture until 1802 when he was shot dead and his head cut off and presented to Banks for his collection.  Stamp Collectors eh !!!

The engraving is said to be the only known representation of Pemulwuy.

Information gleaned from the National Museum of Australia.


At the corner of the hall’s boundary wall, on the right, you will see a metal farm gate. Behind the gate, squeezed between the wall and a wire fence a narrow footpath leads up towards the woodland.  {Tall wooden footpath sign, R’F’M’ on the gatepost}.  Squeeze past this and peering over the low wall into Josephs garden, while keeping your head down !  Walk along the path towards the forest.


Pass through a metal squeeze’, enter the wood and follow the narrow path through nettles as it rises in a diagonal direction to the right.  Press on through the wood, passing under an ancient purple beech and a couple of venerable old horse chestnut trees.  Continue to skirt through the forest, occasionally passing through the odd clearing and when you get to a wooden fingerpost, {Y’F’M, ignore the path coming in from the left and bear right.


This will lead you on past a shadowed overgrown dry-stone wall, sitting on a band of low crumbling rock.  Eventually, you will arrive at a wide bridle track, {Gin Lane}.  Cross straight over Gin Lane to follow a narrow path enclosed on both sides by a metal post and wire fence, {wooden footpath sign}.


Soon the trees thin out as the trail takes you through a clearing to where over a wooden gate on the right, you can see down into the depths of the old disused Milltown Quarry.  Plod on, still following the metal post and wire fence and still getting the odd glimpse of the quarry workings, until views down and over the wooded depths of the left-hand quarry start to open up.


Eventually, the trees close in again and the track becomes thickly overhung with hazel thorns and ash.   Keep tramping on and before too long you arrive at a stout narrow wooden bridge furnished with handrails, taking you over a deep narrow ravine.  


Keep wandering on through the trees until shortly a second bridge takes you over another deep narrow ravine, from here the path descends steeply to a set of stone steps leading down into the tiny old quarrying village of Milltown itself.  Follow the rough drive down to the road and the bridge over the River Amber.
The end of another delightful section of the walk.


Just before the bridge, turn left and amble up the pot-holed road out of Milltown.  Uphill at first, past cottages and small houses before eventually stepping over three sets of old tram-lines sunk into the tarmac of the road.  These lead up to a well-built stone arch set in the limestone rock face on the left, the remains of an old lime slaking kiln.


Pass on by Demonsdale Farm, {wooden footpath post-R’F’M}, here the road ceases to be metaled and becomes a broad gravel drive that leads you on through a substantial pair of stone parkland gate posts.  Enter the park and continue plodding on up the drive, whilst enjoying the grand views up the Amber Valley to the north-west towards Ashover.


The ride continues to rise as it passes under the occasional parkland sycamore horse chestnut and lime tree before on the right it becomes overshadowed with a stand of great native beeches.


As you leave the beeches, a fantastic view opens up to the right over the river towards Ashover.  A scene that on a beautiful midsummers day can be a perfect vista of rural tranquillity.  The only sounds to be heard, the lazy lowing of cattle drifting up from the verdant water meadows that carpet the side of the Amber, Buzzards mewing and the lark on the wing. The English countryside at its finest.


From here the path gently curves up leftwards towards a second pair of substantial stone gateposts set in the northern boundary wall of the park.  Pass through treading gingerly over the cattle grid, or take the wooden wicket’ on its left onto a cross-track called
the Coffin Road.

 The coffin Road.


The old packhorse trail lined by standing stones and known to locals as the Coffin Road is said to be the route used by mourners and coffin bearers from the outlying villages of Lee and Dethic into Ashover to bury their dead.  The villagers themselves having no sanctified burial ground of their own, it made necessary for them to transport their dead along these byways in order to give them a Christian burial.
Though I think there may be more myth than truth in this.  Most of the tracks are obviously relics of the quarrying and mining industry that has taken place in the valley over the last couple of hundred years or so.  Maybe the coffin-shaped standing stones linning some of the rides gave the lie to this.


 Once you’ve negotiated the cattle grid, turn right then immediately right again to pass through a small wooden wicket’ set in the dry-stone wall to the left of the stone gate post, this will take you back into the park, {green metal footpath sign set above it}.  Follow the worn gritstone pavings that lead down in a diagonal direction {north east}, through yet another beautiful buttercup meadow towards the river Amber.


The nail worn sets take you down to a flight of steep stone steps leading on to a wooden wicket gate on the edge of the wood.  Pass through to continue down more steps into the forest.


Follow the path steeply, ignoring a couple of footpaths coming in from the left to a clearing.  Continue following the track through a short wooded section up to a set of four short wooden posts,  just beyond these a beautiful old packhorse bridge takes you over the River Amber   


Cross the Amber and continue steeply up the rough narrow stony track between moss and ivy-covered stone walls through a shady atmospheric tunnel of small trees and hazel coppice.


Eventually, you come out into daylight onto a metaled drive.  Plod steeply on up the lane into Ashover, on reaching the Poets Corner pub turn left.


Walk along the road for about 30 metres or so before turning right into Church Street.  Continue on between the elegant old townhouses of the village, until just after passing under the imposing parish church of All Saints on the left you come to the Crispin Inn.


The Crispin File.

The house to the left of the inn, now used as its restaurant, is said to date from the time when Thomas Babington of Dethick and a number of local yeomen returned home to Asher from France after the battle of Agincourt, fought on St Crispins Day  25 of October 1416 and thus the pub got its name.  Thomas and his wife’s tomb can be found in All Saints church and is said to be one of the finest in the county.
In 1646 during the Civil War, at the time when King Charles the 1st’s troops were in the area opposing Oliver Cromwell’s army.  Job Wall landlord of the St Crispin’ at that time refused the king’s troops entry.  Standing full-on in the doorway he refused them and told them that, “they should have no more drink in his house as they had drunk too much already”.
“But they turned on him and set watch on the door until all the ale and wine was drunk, or poured into the street”.

Cromwell’s troops were little better !  They destroyed the church windows and used the lead to make round shot. The precious lead font only survived because the priest had the foresight to bury it in his garden.  Nearby Eastwood Hall was also laid waste by the Roundheads, drinking all the wine and ale before slating the hall and rendering it to its present ruined state.

As you are almost back at your car and with a great walk completed, maybe you should walk through the door to join the Royalists and go for a well-earned pie and a pint of ale in the Crispin, or become a Parliamentarian and visit one of the other pubs in this super little
historical gem of an east Derbyshire village. 

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