Kinder sunset / night-time shenanigans

I met my reliable accomplice in all things adventurous, Alex, on Saturday afternoon in a frozen-solid Edale. We wandered up onto Kinder via Grindslow Knoll in the hope of catching the last of the sunshine in a clear blue sky, and weren’t disappointed.

Excited to hit the top of Grinsdlow Knoll and head downhill.
© Alex Hyde 2026

We had already decided that the best plan was to chase the sun westward, partly because that’s what any sensible person would do, and partly because we both like taking pictures and sunset is cool.

Top of Crowden.
© Alex Hyde 2026

The first stop was in the little dip at the top of Crowden Clough to take photos, involving jumping over stuff. Predictably, it was the first stop of many. Also predictably – because I’d checked before leaving the house – a Wolf Moon rose at 17:15. It was directly opposite the setting sun, and pretty spectacular against the spotless sky.

Wolf Moon from the Woolpacks.
© Haydn Williams 2026

Also, Alex managed to jump over it.

Hey diddle diddle.
© Haydn Williams 2026

After that we turned west again, to be presented with the beginnings of a glorious sunset.

Woolpacks sunset. Lovely.
© Alex Hyde 2026
Is it even a proper outing if we don’t get a silhouette of someone on a rock? This is Alex.
© Haydn Williams 2026

After that we passed Kinder Low trig point and switched on torches between there and the Downfall. There was some ice, but it definitely wasn’t “in” for climbing. We turned and followed the frozen river upstream to Kinder Gates.

Full moon. -5 °C. What’s not to like?!
© Alex Hyde 2026

The ground beyond the Gates used to be the place of navigational nightmares. Increased traffic over recent years meant we needed only a cursory glance at the map and just followed footprints / our noses.

Excellent, we’re somewhere on Kinder.
© Alex Hyde 2026
Action shot.
© Alex Hyde 2026

A short while later we picked our way down Crowden Clough and then accelerated into the fastest sector of the night as we approached the Old Nag’s Head back in Edale.

Apt.
© Alex Hyde 2026

We tucked into some dinner, Alex had a pint of something geographically-appropriate, and we retired to the car park whilst congratulating ourselves on another brilliant excursion. Big thanks to the Old Nags Head for finding an apple crumble for Alex mere minutes after telling me I couldn’t have one because you’d sold out. Huge thanks to Alex for agreeing to the suggestion of running across technical ground in the dark while it’s bloody freezing, and for Dairy Milk, and photographic expertise as always. Big thanks to Kinder for being fun and not swallowing us in a big grough.