Reassuring to see that the crowd was much the same as it was thirty years ago, which was the last time yours truly joined in. I was four stone lighter then- scandalous!
When I stopped being a rock bunny Stanage was dominated by noisy anorexic weirdos who clung to the edge like Spider-Man and loved nothing more than leaping off without a care and swinging on the rope for another go.
Nice to find it crowded but dignified and quiet again. Much more like it!
Walked for three hours on the moor with the wind in my face, not an alpaca in sight and loved every single minute.
i love the moor at any time but August when the heather is in bloom it is just perfick!
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