At least one each week, I remember that I’ve still yet to write a single word on the camp site I stayed at back in September…
This has been on-going for about eight-months now… As I contemplate where I might be looking to stay this summer, I’ve decided to go ahead and get it done. There is no reason for this huge delay, other than my own procrastination.
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Sunday 13th September 2015
Soon after finishing my walk that began and ended in Dovedale, I left the car park with an eye on returning to the camp site about thirty-minutes north…
My other eye, however, was fixed on nearby Ilam Park.
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Saturday 12th September 2015
It was 8.15am by the time my car was loaded with a long weekend’s worth of kit. I left my village with a good three-hours of driving ahead of me. This would be the furthest north I had ever driven my car and a first for me personally, having never been so close to the Peak District.
Weather forecasts made for an ‘uninviting’ prologue. As I passed Birmingham while following the M5 motorway north, the rain began to fall. Then, as I later left the M6 at Stoke-on-Trent, an incredible downpour emerged to flood my anxious mind with uncertainties.
Thoughts of turning back, to cancel this weekend and head home, were beginning to consume me… Somewhere in my mind, was the idea to stop in Buxton for a couple of hours and to see how the storms would play out.
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