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warm welcome awaits you at Dunscar Farm, our family run farmhouse
in the heart of Derbyshire's beautiful Peak District. We are
situated on the outskirts of Castleton in the Hope Valley, at
the foot of Mam Tor. At Dunscar we offer a relaxed farmhouse
atmosphere that is an ideal home for the walker, and anyone
who loves the outdoors, or even if you just want to go sightseeing. |
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farm was established in 1700 and is kept as permanent pasture,
essentially given over to sheep farming. The farm was given
to the National Trust in 1995 by the then owners, and was the
first property aquired by the National Trust in its Centenary
Year. |
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neat, clean room with views across the Hope Valley has its own
tea & coffee making facilities and colour television. All
rooms are en-suite or have private facilities. |
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| Start
the day with a traditional cooked breakfast cooked on our farmhouse
Aga, with a choice of fruit juices, cereals, toast and preserves
served with tea or coffee. |
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| Dunscar
Farm is an ideal base for you to explore the variety of sights
the Peak District has to offer, encompassing some of the most
beautiful and varied walking routes in the country, including
the start of the Pennine Way. |
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Castleton has much to offer with it's castle and famous show caves.
In the fine weather enjoy a picnic or a glass of wine in our outdoor seating area with wonderful views across the valley. |
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The
Mail on Sunday
Silence and the spring lambs
It was Good
Friday. The roads were clogged with cars, Castleton and its famous
caves were heaving with trippers. But we left the hoi polloi far
behind as we drove down the farm's long, private lane through sheep
flecked meadows.
Feeling very much like city slickers we parked in the yard amid
a hive of agricultural bustle. Young girls were laying straw in
an outhouse for the pregnant ewes and a strapping lad was soldering
a tractor.
Mrs. Glennerster evidently had a lot on her plate at this time of
the year, but made us welcome.
Inside the farmhouse it was ever so spruce (at least until I managed
to deposit mud on to a carpet) and farm smells were noticeably absent.
Ovine paraphernalia, such as shepherds' crooks, sheep photos and
toy sheep, smothered the public areas. Our bedroom - the family
room - was enormous, furnished with simple modern pine furniture
and kitted out with fresh flowers, mineral water and a hair dryer.
Before settling in, we armed ourselves with National Trust walking
leaflets from our bedroom and enjoyed a fabulous hike down a footpath
across the farm and up and around the bowl of hills that encircles
Castleton.
The next morning we were woken early by a chorus of bleating sheep.
Downstairs a chipper Mrs. Glennerster (five sets of twins were born
the previous night) served an exemplary farmhouse breakfast. The
piece de resistance was a giant cooked platter with Derbyshire oatcakes.
The baked beans couldn't fit on the plate, so were served in a separate
dish.
This unpretentious working farm was just what we wanted: an ideal
walking base, reasonable value and - bleatings aside - thoroughly
peaceful.
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We are pleased to offer a room with disabled access and facilities.
