Close To The Edge
A gentle ramble from Hathersage to the heights of Stanage Edge. Part One. Saturday arrived on the heels of two of the most difficult and personally painful days I've ever had to live through; the need to get out somewhere and breathe clean air spurred me to catch a train out to the Hope Valley. This was a spontaneous walk with no planning so by the time I'd got my gear together and rustled up some provisions the next train was due to depart at 13.14 but despite my expectations the carriages were relatively quiet and had plenty of free seats. The weather was warm but overcast when we pulled into Hathersage station, I spent a customary 10 minutes checking gear, arranging camera-bag straps and stowing various items in particular pockets and flaps where I might access them as needed. There was a steady breeze and I paused for a moment to breathe deeply; some of the tension and pain melted away. I felt good, ready to explore and perhaps find a measure of peace out in t...