The path along the River Wye at Chee Dale (I was expecting the Derwent, but there you go) is more than beautiful. Dippers pop in and out among the rocks, it's an amazing range of shades of green, and Spring is just far enough behind London for me to enjoy it all over again. The very few people I met were friendly, including two old chaps struggling down some steps who stopped for a chat. One of them pulled a piece of moss out of my hair for me - observing wryly (and I think in a particularly Derbyshire way): 'They say moss doesn't grow on a busy road'.
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