Close to the boundary of the Peak District National Park, Chatsworth House lies seven miles to the west of the village.

The Old Star, an additional pub on Loads Road but now a private residence dating back to 1820, was notorious for the suicide, by cutting the throat, of a landlord in 1886.

Its owners, Chesterfield Borough Council, sold the pub at auction in April 1921, when Mrs H. Dickens secured the sale with a bid of £1500.

The oldest building in the village is Hipper Hall, an early 17th-century farmhouse with an even older tithe barn which has fallen in to a state of disrepair.

The mill buildings, which were three storeys high and were acquired by the Manlove Brothers around 1840, were prosperous for about 50 years, employing 200 people at its peak, but closed in 1902 and now hardly a trace remains of their existence.

[2] To combat the risk of droughts affecting the water supply to the village and mills at Walton, Hunger Hill Pumping Station was constructed by the Chesterfield Corporation in 1924.

In the 1940s, a reservoir was proposed in Clank Wood at Chander Hill, with geological maps indicating a large number of boreholes had been sunk.

A significant electricity pylon line once ran from Hallcliffe and Chander Hill through the village and supplied the Coking Plant in Chesterfield.

Holymoorside Primary School moved to its present site in the Doghole hamlet area of Holymoor Road in June 2002.

[5] On the fourth Saturday in June, Holymoorside Primary School hosts its annual summer fair, followed by the charity duck race near the Village Hall later in the afternoon.

Proposals to construct an Approved school in the 1950s were not followed through and the site continued use as an orchard full of apple trees and several greenhouses used to grow fruit and vegetables for a local market stall.

The school features twelve classrooms, a music room, library and a large hall used for assemblies, dining and PE.

[10] The village lies on the eastern edge of Beeley Moor, which has many tales associated with it, including a lost traveller who can be heard moaning on the first full moon in March.

[12][11] A now ruined farmstead in the Cathole Valley is home to a legend of a mother and her sons sheltering in a nearby cavern, where they would house stolen horses that were brought across Harewood Moor.