The Three Haddons
4th April 2002
I’m not sure why this walk, the details of which I
found in a walking magazine, is called the Three
Haddons. Except that it started at the Car Park for
Haddon Hall, located on
the A6 a mile or so south of Bakewell in
Derbyshire, and went across Haddon Fields to
Over Haddon. However, the walk was far more
than this little stroll would have been.
Mick, Larry and I set off up the M1 on a beautiful April morning. Mick had even got his shorts on and I quickly changed into mine when we reached the Car Park for Haddon Hall. Hope I didn’t shock passing motorists and their passengers too much. As per usual Larry ignored our comments about him not daring to show his legs – he rarely wears shorts – and he informed us that we would get stung by vegetation and nasty insects and scratched by brambles.
So two pairs of bare legs
and one pair of trousered limbs left the Car
Park for the small pull up the hill to. Haddon
Fields. The route details did state that the
paths were not very distinct, however, the
real problem with the initial navigation was
that a plantation that existed was not shown
on the map. This did cause a wee bit of
confusion but once that was sorted the rest of
the route finding was easy and with the sun
getting stronger we strolled over the fields
to Over Haddon stopping for elevenses in the
Car Park above Lathkill Dale.
As we walked down from Over Haddon to the "Dale" we were conscious of the pull that would face us after we had crossed the river and started to climb up the wooded slope to the south. However, having crossed the river, admiring the clearness of the water as it rushed eastwards towards its confluence with the River Bradford at Alport, we were pleased to see the path south was easier than it initially looked. Both Larry and I had walked down the path before, and it seemed steep then. It was, but in reality because of the zigzag route
it was fairly easy and we
reached the top without having to stop and
admire the view, which is what walkers do when
they need a "breather". At the top though we
did admire the views across Lathkill Dale with
Over Haddon on the other side and lines of
white limestone walls that characterise this
area so much.
From here it was through the farmyard of Meadow Place Grange, then continuing uphill to cross Back Lane before reaching Moor Lane which brought back to Mick and me memories of trudging up this road in the afternoon sun when competing in the White Peak Walk. Today's lesser heat was a lot more pleasant.Bradford Dale
Having crossed Moor Lane,
still going in a generally southerly
direction, we reached Bradford Dale, which
probably was the best part of the walk. None
of us had been in the upper reaches of the
dale before. Having reached the waters edge
via a wooded path that followed the water
upstream, we reached a bridge, which we
crossed to reach the southern bank of the
River Bradford. From here we followed a well
maintained path, part of the Limestone Way,
downstream so we had the opportunity to enjoy,
on the opposite bank, the beauty of the wooded
slope, which we had previously traversed. We
also watch the trout that were enjoying the
crystal clear waters of the river being fed
bread by a couple of other walkers. The fish
were making ripples as they broke the surface
of the water to enjoy a free lunch.
Unfortunately a duck became aware of the free
feast and soon ensured that it was getting its
quota. It was all very idyllic.
Along this stretch we
were also asked by a walker, who told us he
lived in Kent, where we got our walking poles
from and were they any good. As usual we all
had our walking poles and although Larry and
Mick had only used theirs spasmodically I had
been using both of mine all day. We were quite
surprised that he had never seen them in any
walking shops and promptly gave him details of
shops we knew in the area that would sell
them.
Soon we were walking
uphill from the river into Youlgreave to find
a hostelry, the Bulls Head Hotel in Fountain
Square, for midday refreshments and we sat
outside in the warm sun eating lunch and
drinking drinks. However, as we still had a
little way to go before we got back to Mick’s
Car we were careful to ensure that we were
moderate with our alcohol consumption. Lunch
over, we returned to the River, followed it
down stream and soon after crossed a packhorse
bridge on to the north bank and followed a
high level path to Alport. Views were really
good.
Walking into Alport we crossed the River Lathkill just before it met up with the River Bradford. However, we didn’t stay too long in Alport because of a sign on the wall of a building, see photo, and soon were trudging uphill again via Dark Lane to reach Haddon Fields and a northeasterly track, which took us back to the Car Park at
Haddon Hall. From here,
having first had a quick look round the
Shopping Outlet in Rowsley, we had an easy
drive back home. It had been a very enjoyable
day and the weather had been
perfect.

Mick, Larry and I set off up the M1 on a beautiful April morning. Mick had even got his shorts on and I quickly changed into mine when we reached the Car Park for Haddon Hall. Hope I didn’t shock passing motorists and their passengers too much. As per usual Larry ignored our comments about him not daring to show his legs – he rarely wears shorts – and he informed us that we would get stung by vegetation and nasty insects and scratched by brambles.

As we walked down from Over Haddon to the "Dale" we were conscious of the pull that would face us after we had crossed the river and started to climb up the wooded slope to the south. However, having crossed the river, admiring the clearness of the water as it rushed eastwards towards its confluence with the River Bradford at Alport, we were pleased to see the path south was easier than it initially looked. Both Larry and I had walked down the path before, and it seemed steep then. It was, but in reality because of the zigzag route

From here it was through the farmyard of Meadow Place Grange, then continuing uphill to cross Back Lane before reaching Moor Lane which brought back to Mick and me memories of trudging up this road in the afternoon sun when competing in the White Peak Walk. Today's lesser heat was a lot more pleasant.Bradford Dale



Walking into Alport we crossed the River Lathkill just before it met up with the River Bradford. However, we didn’t stay too long in Alport because of a sign on the wall of a building, see photo, and soon were trudging uphill again via Dark Lane to reach Haddon Fields and a northeasterly track, which took us back to the Car Park at
