Starved on’t Moor…

Three years ago today my memory says… I ascended Eyam Moor up the slippery paths from Stokes Ford and Gotherage… The day was crisp and bright I recall, a chill wind breezed about Stanage Cairn but the weather was decidedly decent compared to the days of yore when people could easily succumb to the bitterContinue reading “Starved on’t Moor…”