It's just an hour in summer traffic, from Timperley to a convenient layby at the foot of Rushup Edge. So soon after 9 am we were dashing up that Edge, heading in the direction of Mam Tor and Lose Hill, which is pictured above, behind Steve's left ear.
The weather was disappointing, Heather (the weather) having informed us on breakfast TV that today would be one of blue skies. The reality was a uniform greyness, with occasional mizzle, until the sun finally crept out in mid-afternoon.
Our route took us over Mam Tor and Lose Hill, past many others enjoying the popular Peak District haunts - pensioners, ramblers, families with young children, as well as groups of jolly teenagers - all and sundry, in fact.
A descent to Hope found us crossing a saggy railway bridge before ascending past Twitchill Farm to the 462 metre summit of Win Hill, where I demonstrated to Steve and Viv 'how the other half live'. They showed signs of jealousy as they tucked into jam butties whilst mocking my smoked salmon and cream cheese sandwich.
Here they are, heading off Win Hill, in the direction of Lose Hill and Edale.
It's a pleasant tramp along an easy ridge with good views, to Hope Cross, where I posed beside this ancient guide post on the route linking Hope with Glossop.
A few metres further, and we turned left down the bridleway to cross Jaggers Clough, with good views towards Lose Hill, Mam Tor and Lord's Seat.
We stopped for afternoon tea just beyond the Clough, with its usual complement of polite mountain bikers (it's an excellent MTB trail). The Pacerpole camera attachment again did its stuff. I'm glad I bought that item.
It's a delightful path that leads past the Youth Hostel and a variety of picturesque holiday cottages, emerging at this famous establishment, The Old Nags Head - opened in 1577, from which many an aspirant Pennine Way walker has stumbled, over the years.
Heading along the Pennine Way route to Upper Booth, the sun finally appeared, and as we strolled along thin paths to the south, heading directly for the upper reaches of Chapel Gate, the views back down the Vale of Edale became noticeably brighter.
By soon after 5 pm we had joined the Chapel Gate track, passed the time with some other (rather muddier from the bogs leading from Brown Knoll) walkers, and strolled back down the rocky sunken path to the layby below Rushup Edge.