andygreyweather wrote:
I was sticking stuff on here about stones in Middlesex and saw Arbor Low mentioned ... "eh up me duck" I thought ... Mums family farmed that whole area! Bakewell, Farley, Darley Dale ... did the dog have shot gun toting ruddy faced chaps called Wright with it? Was it a slobbering Ridgeback by any chance? They'd probably have offered you a cup of tea and a Bakewell Tart each if you'd hung around!
Tried that already - trouble is, my son is full of energy and will be a fell runner one day, my daughter gets worn out taking her slippers off. Consequently, on the cold day I chose [only get up there 6 times a year or so] we walked from the road to the West, up to the rock-outcrop-climb-me!-climb-me! stone [and up he goes like a monkey!!] and she started whining and moaning, so we ended up retreating to the heater and the van. Shame really, but she loved Ninestones Close and the Stride [next trip, warmer weather] because she ended up trying to look bored while being investigated by 50 cows and calves. Very funny. And a beautiful place, you could totally understand someone considering it sacred. I am planning to spend a night up there when the weather improves, I hear it isn't uncommon. Oh well ... The Nine Ladies are worth a look ... up on Stanton ...