Apparently it was my day for attracting insults. Some climbers suggested an easier route for me! Didn't like to mention that I was clambering on rocks when they were still in nappies. That was probably their point.
Having traversed several terraces by means of a tunnel, flights of steps, and a stepped chasm, the marvellous carved armchair can be found towards the far end of the outcrop. A grand place to read! (And not bad for composing sermons either, or so history relates.) Unhappily my anticipated grandeur was cut short by our unpredictable English weather. A series of rain showers forced a retreat to a more sheltered, if less salubrious, spot.
Neolithic bus stop?
Yep. Less salubrious. A small and stray boy, of unknown origin, asked me if I was roughing it. Bag-lady look-alike. That’s me.
Enthusiastically foraging offspring, one of whom was unable to peel her own beech mast, curtailed reading activities somewhat.
Huh?!
A surreal landscape. Perfect for Mrs Dalloway.
A Rat in the Book Pile 
oh not been there ,great pics sarah ,all the best stu
I love the book resting on those big rock noses. Nice hiking apparently.
Stu – It’s worth a visit, and there are some good pubs thereabouts, too :) But I’m not sure what Winston would make of the rock cimbing…
Emma – We are very lucky to live right on the edge of the Peak District. It is fantastic walking country.
For the record, Rowtor Rocks are not granite, they are Gritstone, a kind of coarse sandstone. But whatever, they are a fascinating place for a wander or some extreme reading. Oh yes, and age doesn’t necessarily make you a better climber. There are many teenagers who climb difficult routes.