This used to be a two hour hike from my door at Hunters Bar, Sheffield: the walk itself a delight known as the Porter Valley. Now it’s seventy minutes up the M1. Worth it though. This morning I was on the Edge a shade after nine. I got the pictures to prove it.
You certainly know how to take a picture and tell a story with them. Th scenery was breath taking and the kestrel a wonderful bonus.
Thanks Susan. I was eating a sandwich when that kestrel glided into the crevice on the Edge but was too slow to capture it in flight. I waited the best part of an hour for it to take to the air again but it didn’t and I ran out not so much of time but patience.
I’ll never make a serious bird snapper.
lovely, we must cycle up there soon
I have to go back to the seventies for the last of a handful of times I cycled up there from Sheffield proper, but right up to a few years ago you might have caught me extending my near daily woofer walk up the Porter to Forge Dam, by pressing onto Ringinglowe. And if I had the time and was really in the mood, with or without canine company, I might further extend things to take in Burbage and Stanage.
Wonderful to have such first class countryside on the doorstep!