Whilst wondering what to write about today, I went off into a daydream which fortuitously for me was of a place I once visited and has given me some thoughts of which I will now attempt to put into words…
Although as time passes memories become hazy to us, it is amazing how much clarity can be retained in the subconscious. For me I recalled a quiet copse somewhere in Derbyshire where I once sat. I didn’t dwell there for very long sadly because time was pressing on and back then I wouldn’t have appreciated it for what it was half as much as I do now.
This place of simple perfection…for that’s what it truly was, is situated somewhere between the beautiful and imposing hills beyond Castleton – famous for it’s cavern called The Devil’s Arse – and the Ladybower Reservoir, where trials for the bouncing bomb that would be used to great effect by the Dambusters in WWII took place.
Try as I may, I cannot pinpoint in detail the actual place through my internet searches, although I would gladly do the walk again in order to find it if anybody is game? I do remember travelling over Mam Tor accompanied by beautiful views to get there and although I realise that these places may be totally foreign to many of you, I think that we all have a similar map with landmarks for a place held dear, somewhere that we yearn for.
What I remember of my haven was the long soft grass and the shade the trees gave from the ever-present (that day) sun. There was the soundtrack of flies buzzing amiably about which with the river, slowly meandering along gave a feel of timelessness, a sense that I need be in no particular rush to leave.
There were also Weeping Willows draped gracefully over the water to add to that enchanting atmosphere, I get the impression from hindsight that I was in the same sort of perfect place and mood as Alice and from my recollections shall come my adventures in a different type of Wonderland.