When I was a child... my family would spend weekends walking in Derbyshire. It meant packing lunch, catching a bus and the freedom of the moors.. bliss. My dad would always have an adventurous plan... my mum would not always be part this. For mum the choice of walk would be more languid ... Fox House and Longshaw. For dad always a bit more. The Cat & Fiddle was one of these more adventurous. In winter, treacherous... in summer HOT, hot, hot with cool clear water streams. So I have memories of the blizzard and the cool streams of summer.
So with my friend Maria, we set off from the Cat and Fiddle Inn which is the second highest inn in England and across the moors. Past peat bogs, rushing streams and the sheer expanse of the moors. The highlight for me was coming to the junction where the Staffordshire, Derbyshire and Yorkshire shires join at old packhorse bridges. And guess what...families still picnic nd children splash in the waters just as I did, Good stuff
So why is it called Axe Moor?...and come to think of it...why did I think I was safe to hitch hike all over these remote places? Ho! Hum!
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