Castleton aroused my interest because of Peveril Castle and the gigantic caves, so accordingly I started out in fine spirits. Who would not on a day like this, the sun was beating down, and the trees and fields looked grand in their Spring colour. Bashing along the dreary route through Stretford, I reached the Stockport turning near East Didsbury station. I cannot abide the road from here through Stockport to Hazel Grove, and I get over it as soon as possible.
At last I was on the uphill Buxton road. Climbing steadily I passed through High Lane and Disley, and came to Furness Vale. On reaching New Mills I veered sharply to the left. Another 7 or 8 miles riding in a valley and I was rushing downhill into the old town of Chapel en le Frith. Through the little town and uphill towards Castleton, I was just passing a caravan and decided to dismount when – crack, the bottom bracket spindle broke clean in two. Joy! Returning to the village I took it to a repairer who would put me a fresh one in immediately.
Meanwhile, I had a walk around the place. Chapel en le Frith, meaning Chapel in the Forest lies in a hollow surrounded by the hills of Peakland. At last I was on the road again and as I was climbing the same hill incline my chain adjuster broke. Making a good speed I reckoned I should not manage it quickly enough to see the many attractions so I turned back, making a mental vow that I would return and get there the next time. I returned home the same way, completing the journey by 5.30pm. It is a joy to be alive and awheel on a day like this, notwithstanding my mishaps. At Chapel en le Frith I saw the stocks and an old church dating back to 1631.
65 miles, 7.5 hours