Access and Facilities On The Trail
- At Hurdlow (map ref. SK128659), at the northern end of the trail, there is parking and level access onto the trail. Picnic tables are provided.
- At Parsley Hay (map ref. SK146637), where the trail is joined by the Tissington Trail, there is direct access from the car park to the trail. Facilities include toilets, a picnic site, visitor information, and cycle hire.
- At Friden (map ref. SK172607) there is a car park giving level access onto the trail. There is a picnic table.
- At Minninglow (map ref. SK194581) there is a car park and picnic site, with level access onto the trail.
- At Middleton Top there is a visitor centre, with car park and toilets. Cycles can also be hired here.
- At Black Rocks there is a car park, toilets, and shop for light refreshments.
- At High Peak Junction there is a Visitor Centre and shop. Light refreshments can be purchased and there are picnic tables outside. Lea Road car park, over the river, is accessible by footbridge.
- Nearby is the National Stone Centre, Wirksworth.
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