On Stanage Edge
Yesterday was the hottest July day for a decade and it was
the one day that I put aside each week to do my freelance writing. But it would
have been foolish not to get out to the countryside.
On the way to the station I bumped into a friend with something
similar in mind, he and his other half were about to drive off in their camper van to walk
Hadrian’s Wall. And another friend was off to walk with her walks group on Congleton
Edge. It seemed that everyone was downing tools and not working. Lovely for
those of us able to but tough for those left in the office.
I headed off on the slow train through the Peak District
from Manchester to Hathersage in Derbyshire passing some stunning scenery.
It was a hot day to be walking anywhere as I wandered through Hathersage - a lovely town, complete with a 1936 open air heated
swimming pool, cafe, bandstand and bowling green (see my Instagram
for 2 July).
A while later I was up on Stanage Edge, I had hardly seen
anyone on the way up from the town and was enjoying the solitude. There were
some walkers and climbers about and plenty of sheep but I felt satisfied and
pleased to have come somewhere new for me.
It was in the 30°Cs/ high 80°F and I a saw walker faint as I waited for
the homeward train. Back at Manchester Piccadilly hoards of heated
commuters were massively delayed by network infrastructure failings, it was a
good day to not be working…