Summer Carnivals

Summer is definitely here. It is hot and balmy, apparently the longest warm spell the UK has had in the last 7 years. It’s carnival time in the Peak District Villages. Over the past few weeks the villages have become adorned with colorful bunting lining the roads.

Last weekend was the Hathersage gala- a procession that proceeds down the main road with floats of the appointed queens, princesses and rosebuds of each village. These young girls are elected over the summer and range in age between 6 and 14 years of age. They then represent their village at neighboring villages’.

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Hathersage had a scarecrow competition that is apparently an annual affair- one can imagine that this was a necessary part of summer affairs while harvesting and growing season was in full force, and scarecrows were an essential part of life. We watched the ‘floats’ and groups of people parading down the high street in theme dress, water bombs being thrown at the paraders, and brass bands and marching bands accompanying the procession.

We left the parade to go to the village of Pilsley, which is on the estate of Chatsworth. They were hosting a village fair, which was quintessentially English. From the Punch and Judy show in the corner, to the blindfolded obstacle course and coconut shy games. We entered raffles, watched magic shows and basked in the glorious weather.

On Sunday night we had the Bamford Well Blessing at our village green. Each village creates a “well dressing”. These are constructed the week before the Carnival week and made from scratch with fresh ingredients- petals and leaves- to create an image that reflects the theme of the Carnival.

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Sunday night was a church service with the brass band accompanying traditional hymns like “All things bright and beautiful” and “Praise him, Praise him”. Tonight is the village fell run up Win Hill. And then Saturday we have our village Carnival and spit roast and parade.

With weather this wonderful it’s apt to be celebrating with Carnival season.

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Historical Peaks

Bamford is a cute tiny village in the Peak District National Park. As Guy’s studies have eased a bit of pressure off him, so we have started to venture into our area and explore. And, as we have done so, so we have discovered centuries of history at our fingertips.

The village we live in, Bamford, was an old mill town based on the River Derwent. The mill was constructed around 1780 and was used as a cotton mill until the mid 1960’s when it was turned into an electric furnace manufacture until the 1990s. It has now been converted into terraced houses and apartments and many of the residents of Bamford worked at the Mill when it was an electric furnace manufacturer. The Mill sits on the edge of the river and is a path we frequently use to access the fields and our favourite ThornHill Way- the old railway line that was used to carry construction materials north to build the Ladybower Dam.

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Stanage Edge:
A few weeks ago we went for sundowners on a Friday night to Stanage Edge. It’s a pleasure as its probably only 5 minutes drive from us and is a popular destination with climbers and hikers. We have run across the top and walked to both ends now for sundowners. Our first South African faux pas was trying to go for sundowners in February on a beautiful day, it meant us sitting in down jackets with a sleeping bag over us and freezing.

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However three months later, it was lovely. You definitely have to choose your seasons in the UK! Stanage Edge overlooks Bamford Edge (which overlooks Bamford) and is a gritstone escarpment. It’s highest point is called High Neb at 458m. The Peak District symbol is the millstone, and one of the best places to see them (apart from Padley Gorge… see below) is along the edges of the Edges. Millstone production took place along the Eastern Edges from medieval times, through to the first half of the 20th century. These particular millstones are thought to date from the early nineteen hundreds and were probably pulping stones. They were abandoned where they were made when the industry collapsed as French millstones were imported cheaper and also ground finer flour. It’s amazing to walk through the scrub and notice millstone after millstone lying on its side, buried and forgotten. Symbols of a bygone era, and a lot of hard work. Stanage Edge is a very popular climbers haunt and on most days you will see figures lining the horizon. It has some wonderful walking and cycling paths as it is flat on top with views for miles in all directions.

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The first time we came up here was early spring and one of the first days we ran in shorts and tshirts. What a wonderful feeling after wearing thermals and long sleeves for so long! A lot of the ground on top is peat bog which allows for springy landings and take offs (and muddy feet after the rain). The second time we explored here, we went towards High Neb and noticed the strange occurrence of hollowed out, numbered rocks on top. We couldn’t figure out what they were for, but later learnt that they are remnants from when the property was privately owned, and operated s a grouse farm. These numbered water troughs were carved around 100 years ago to collect rainwater for the grouse.

On the top of the Edge there is an old cobbled road that is apparently a medieval paved packhorse road. Remains of it can be seen, as well as remains of the Long Causeway Roman road which works its way over the edge on its route from Templeborough to Brough-on-Noe, crossing Hallam Moor and passing Stanedge Pole, an ancient waymarker on the route to Sheffield. This Pole was also used for centuries as a boundary marker between the parishes of Sheffield, Hathersage and Ecclesfield (and it looks really old!).

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We haven’t yet found Robin Hoods Cave that is reputed to be in the cliff edge. The area seems to have some links to the Robin Hood legend as his reputed birthplace was Loxley, 8miles to the north and just west of Sheffield. At St.Michaels Church in Hathersage, lies the supposed grave of Little John.

North Lees Hall
We had to look for this historic mansion as it is not visible from the road side, but on our first long run yesterday, we found a footpath that led directly past it. Just below the road that traverses Stanage Edge is a turn off that leads you down though a valley towards Hathersage. We took the footpath just before this road and ran down a lovely trail that came out at the house. It is a beautiful stately home that consists of a tower and side wing, it was originally built in the late 1500’s. Charlotte Brontë paid ‘two or three visits’ to North Lees Hall when staying with her friend Ellen Nussey in Hathersage. She is said to have written Jane Eyre whilst staying at the property (published in 1847) and it became the model for Thornfield Hall, the home of her hero Mr Rochester. Apparently she describes many features of North Lees in the novel, including the battlemented façade, the view from the roof and the Apostles Cabinet, a unique item of furniture belonging to the Eyres. The Eyres were a local family and resided at North Lees for two generations during the 15th century. They took up the tenancy again in 1750 and lived there until 1882. Stanage Edge was the setting for the Pride and Prejudice film with Keira Knightley.

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Carl Wark

Running has certainly been a fantastic opportunity to explore the area and this was one of those times we literally stumbled across something special, completely unexpectedly!

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This wall is thought to be remnants of a Iron Age fort dating back to between 5-8th Centuries BC. It has a large flat area behind which is elevated off the surrounding landscapes by natural cliffsides.

Padley Chapel

This was another unexpected treat when we were trying to run the route of the Hathersage Hilly triathlon. A tiny chapel stands to one side and if one peaks through the gap in the wall, ruins of a larger stone building are evident in the ground. Padley chapel is the remains of Padley Manor, thought to have been built originally in the 14th and 15th centuries and came to Sir Thomas Fitzherbert on his marriage to Anne Eyre in the mid 16th century. Both families were staunch Roman Catholics and it was because of this that Sir Thomas was arrested at Padley in 1588 by Lord Shrewsbury’s agent. Three priests were found in hiding in the house and were taken for trial at Derby. Having been found guilty they were hanged, drawn and quartered on the 25th July of that year. They became known as the “˜Padley Martyrs’. Sir Thomas spent the rest of his life in the Tower of London and died there in 1591. Padley Manor was confiscated by the Crown. Padley chapel today is a conversion from the original in 1933 to become the “˜Martyrs Chapel’.

Hope Cross

We went cycling with our friend Ben to see Hope Cross. He had mentioned it, and we had never seen it so we thought we would go exploring. This unfortunately meant climbing the unrideable “Beast” to come out at the intersection where Hope Cross stands.

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It is apparently on a former Roman road (sometimes known as Doctor’s Gate), and stands 7 feet high with a square capstone bearing the names of Edale, Glossop, Hope and Sheffield on its faces.

The date 1737 is carved on the shaft below the Hope face and this is the date this medieval stoop was either restored or replaced.

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Summer has blessed us with beautiful exploring weather and long days of sunshine. There is so much to see and do here, so we will continue to update you with our adventures and explorations…

“We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. “T.S.Eliot

 

 

 

Spring has sprung

I think it is safe to say that now, almost at the end of May, spring has sprung fully.

The first day of spring is one thing, the first spring day another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.

Henry van Dyke

Living in a place of seasons is a privilege: one has a chance to visibly  watch the days lengthen, the sun warm and the flowers blossom as the countryside changes hue. These changes feel celebrated by the chirruping of the birds as they exalt the sunshine and the blossoms. First the tentative snowdrops, then the large array of assorted types of daffodils (I didnt know so many varieties existed!), then the colourful tulips and finally the long awaited bluebells.

cherry (?) blossoms on the tree outside our church

cherry (?) blossoms on the tree outside our church

Pink tulips

Pink tulips

Living in such a beautiful place as the Peak District National Park has meant that my drives to work are surrounded by greenery. Our forays into the forests are luminescent as the leaves shine a brilliant green hue against the backdrop of the brown forest floor. The day starts early, with light leaking in our curtains after 5am and the bird’s songs fill the air. Baby sheep bleat in the distance and calves call for their mothers. The countryside has become a verdant sea, full of texture  and richness. The sun’s rays have warmed to become a cosy spot for a convenient cat nap by our two precious kitties. The days have lengthened into the nights as well, with sunset at present at 21:14pm. When we switched off the light at 10pm last night, the last rays of sunshine were still calling out through the night.

Lambs in the countryside (in Chatsworth gardens)

Lambs in the countryside (in Chatsworth gardens)

The cats enjoying the last of the afternoon's sun rays

The cats enjoying the last of the afternoon’s sun rays

Our village pub looking pretty

Our village pub looking pretty

Chatsworth's beautiful grounds (and river)

Chatsworth’s beautiful grounds (and river)

Rolling fields and greenness with good friends

Rolling fields and greenness with good friends

Exercise means shorts and t-shirts again (and even the occasional peak hat or suncream!) and folk festivals, beer festivals (theres one every weekend almost) and village celebrations are beginning in earnest. Watch this space for more excitement on the celebrations! In the meantime, I have been spoilt by my industrious husband and the homemade breads he produces between essays on the politics of health, the value of human life future and present, and gender empowerment and economic prosperity. I look forward to what yummy treats lie in store ( and a solution for world peace too 😉 ) !

A glorious run over the river stepping stones

A glorious run over the river stepping stones all that bread and beer showing.

My husbands first Sourdough loaf (with home-brewed beer)

My husbands first Sourdough loaf (with home-brewed beer)

Homemade kitka loaf

Homemade kitka loaf

Behold my friends, the spring is come; the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun and we shall soon see the results of their love

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Almost…but not quite

This month marks our sixth month in the UK. We are amazed. It seems that time has flown and yet dragged.

Spring is almost here… daffodils are popping up in garden corners, our snow drops have blossomed and everywhere signs of spring abound.

Daffodils at Nottingham Hospital

Daffodils at Nottingham Hospital

Spring blossoms on a tree in London

Spring blossoms on a tree in London

The promise of blossoms to come!

The promise of blossoms to come!

We were in the forest last weekend and bluebell buds littered the forest floor, giving anticipation the the beauty that was to come. However, this weekend is a reminder that spring is not quite here – snow is forecast to fall this afternoon and it is grey and damp, the story of the past few days. It is not as cold as it was a month ago, but the dampness does see to make it feel colder!

Last weekend we went to see the ‘coppicing’ and traditional forest maintenance in the next village, Grindleford. Unfortunately the day was grey and a bit cold but we had a good walk about, and got to see a different part of the Peak area in which we live. The great big work horses were on lunch break when we were there, but they were pulling the cut trees to a car park, with minimal environmental impact. It was lovely to see everyone out and about enjoying the forest!

A warm cup of tea can do wonders!

A warm cup of tea can do wonders!

Guy petting the workhorse

Guy petting the workhorse

Two weeks ago, I went for a bike ride with a new friend and her two kids. When she asked if I would mind ‘pulling’ them up the hill I answered “without a problem”. I did not realise this meant pulling a buggy around perpetually! It was a great introduction to buggy-pulling and we cycled around the entire Dam/Lake system here on a lovely morning. As you can see, it is almost spring, but not quite!

Troll bridge! (or so we told the children's)

Troll bridge! (or so we told the children’s)

SNOW!! Still covering a lot of the higher ground.. And the buggy's we pulled

SNOW!! Still covering a lot of the higher ground.. And the buggy’s we pulled

Ice covering the surface of part of the dam

Ice covering the surface of part of the dam

The Derwent Dam system

The Derwent Dam system

When I glance at some of our photos, you can see that our behaviour has changed since the lengthening of the days and the warmer weather. We have had some glorious days that really pre-empted that springtime feeling. We have tried to go for sundowners (albeit in our down jackets) and had some fabulous exploratory runs. Spring is almost here…but not quite.

The view from Stanedge Edge

The view from Stanedge Edge

Frosty sundowners!

Frosty sundowners!

A run across the top of Stanedge Edge

A run across the top of Stanedge Edge

The views on a glorious day..

The views on a glorious day..

And so we remain hopeful that the winter season is passing for this year in more than just the season of our life. Spring is trying to press through, and we are starting to feel more settled, more comfortable and more able to grow in this place. Spring is almost here in the flowers and weather and longer hours, and it is almost here in our lives too – I have a permanent post, we are feeling more settled and into our routines. But its not quite rosy weather yet, snow is still lining the walls in the fields, and forecast to fall. I am still searching for something nearer as the 3 hour daily commute is proving to be a test for my soul (my husband was right) and we are still finding our niche in our lives here.

However, to help spring along in our lives, we leave in a week for our first holiday with good friends from Canada. We cannot wait to have four days of being tourists and sightsee-ers and catching up with friends who we;ve laughed with for almost 10 years. Here’s to spring and celebrations and hope for the future!

Hope!

Hope!

Snow explorations and more…

I am not sure when we moved to the UK that skiing from our front doorstep was a priority. However, having arrived and living in the Peak District National Park, we got more than we bargained for when it started snowing last week Monday. Thankfully I made it home before the roads were too treacherous on Friday and the snow continued to fall. Variations from big fat flakes to tiny snow drops, continued to fall, By Saturday morning, it really was a winter wonderland, with everything covered in a thick white layer of fluffy powder snow. The skis came out of their bag (not used since days on Matroosberg in SA) and boots were jammed on.

Eagerly thermal layering up, we set off with our friend from the village who had his cross country skis. A few hiccups and a dash back to the house to get screwdrivers to get Lianne’s skis to fit, and we’re off. Whew. We cross country skied (Eva you would have been proud) the local bridleway known as Thornhill Route- an old railway line that leads to the dams. Its mostly flat with a few uphills on the way to the pub and we successfully navigated with minimal falls. When we crossed over the dam wall, it was amazing to see snowboarders and skiers flying down the dam wall, but i think we were just getting our ski feet adjusted and that will have to be left for another year.

Into the pub for a pint or two (no food was being served – what a tragedy) and then to ski home. We had one steep downhill which was great fun to practice turns on again. It has been so long. This morning, we are both feeling muscles we have forgotten we had, not too mention skiers feet! We are hoping to do some real skiing on the golf course… muscle memory we hope you serve us well!

getting excited...

getting excited…

preparing the skis

Guy cross country skiing

Guy cross country skiing

About to cross the weir

About to cross the weir

The weir

The weir

 

 

 

Skiing Thornhill route - Bamford style!

Skiing Thornhill route – Bamford style!

 

 

Crossing the weir

Crossing the weir

Leaving the Yorkshire Bridge after maybe one too many pints.. Leaving the Yorkshire Bridge after maybe one too many pints..