Perspective Is A Point Of View.
A gentle ramble from Hathersage to the heights of Stanage Edge. Part Two. I sat enveloped by a huge bank of nettles on a wooden bench just outside the shadow cast by Stanage Edge; dazzling blue-bottles buzzed around before joining me on the bench where they glittered like jewels in the hot sunshine. It had taken about two hours at a relaxed pace to reach this spot and the second part of the walk involved an easy ascent up the face of Stanage Edge by one of the many footpaths. I would not be joining the more adventurous band of people climbing the escarpment. The shady little wood at the base of Stanage Edge, disappointingly called Stanage Plantation. I set off, crossed the tarmac road and joined a footpath that rose steadily over clear ground before disappearing into a small wood higher up. I could see some of the many climbers out amongst the crags and rock towers on the face of Stanage Edge. The crags on the face of Stanage Edge; from a distance the...