I first came up here a couple of years ago in mid summer, but was with full family and dogs, needless to say we didn't get all the way up to the top.
Today it was round two, the weather was, shall we say, the decent side of crap and I'm well out of shape, but without any, errrrm hindrances ? I fancied my chances, in fact it was a total knockout.
Parking was had at the pay and display close to the entrance to Mam tor, I didn't so I didn't, I took a picture of the nice painting of Mam tor on the information board and started my way up. En route to the place of a ascension I noted a pair of iron age replicas carved on to earth fast rocks, a Torc, and a dagger, the dagger is under a celticly carved seat.
The way up is actually quite easy, it only gets steep a couple of times, but it gets really very muddy, luckily it was all frozen so progress went on apace. Plus the views open out immediately and are hugely enjoyed, the view of Mam tor is sufficient to get me up here on it's own.
The top of the hill is flat and quite large , the barrow is sited as close to Mam tor as possible without coming down off the top. The barrow is about seven feet high and is getting eroded quite badly the footpath and bridleway is very close and too many feet have taken their toll on top, perhaps that's the price you pay for being in the most visited National park in the world.
I was mightily disappointed to found out that the Lord in question was Mr Peveril of nearby castle building renown, surely a place like this up here with such a view should be named after Thee Lord, not many views like this one. Having said that the thin fog hid most of the distant hill sides, I was aware of it all out there, somewhere but could I see it ? Like fudge chocolate brownie I could.
Walking West out along the ridge from the Mam Nick road, the path rises after just over 1km to the Lord's Seat barrow. Stick to the path on the crest of the ridge for the best views - Edale to your right, Mam Tor behind, Windy Knoll to your left and the barrow itself looming up ahead. Well worth the effort.
Lord Peverel stood on the Lord's Seat,
And an angry man was he;
For he heard the sound of a hunter's horn
Slow winding up the lea.
He look'd to north, he look'd to south,
And east and west look'd he:
And " Holy cross! "the fierce Norman cried,"
Who hunts in my country?