This morning, a couple of my favourite things collided to make me being in the right place at the right time on a beautiful sun sparkling morning. I walked to a favourite spot to knit at sunrise.
About 5 miles and 10 minutes from home, lies Burbage car park and bridge. From there, you can walk across the moor to Stanage Edge, which overlooks the back of Hathersage and North Lees wood and far into the distance, Hope Valley.
I’ve been coming here for years and years, to walk, sit, eat breakfast on Stanage Edge, chase fog, climb, or to knit during the golden hour of sunrise. Today, was the first frost of the year and in my tiny flat in Sheffield, I knew that the moor would sparkle. It is so close that I can walk it, cycle it but today, took the car to Burbage and walked the short distance to a trig point high above old millstones, which date back to the 18th and 19th century, used to grind grain into flour, left discarded in some once used quarry area. I love it in this place. Everyone who lives within a 50 mile radius knows of these stones, though many lie buried under grass and moss.
These few that lie just below Stanage, beside an old water trough are my favourites and I often visit, sitting on the same rock with my same thermos, to knit and take in the splendour of this small valley next to a city.
Anyway, last night, I grafted the shoulders of my latest Fair Isle Pullover and took it to the millstones to start knitting the neck. It was such a beautiful morning at golden hour where every rock was casting its own shadow from the rising sun. The short grass glistened with crystalised frost. I knitted for some time then went to Hathersage for a cheeky breakfast at Outside Hathersage café, which was full of climbers talking of their chosen climbing routes.
It’s a lovely place to be, to knit, to see the world. Stanage Edge, bordering Sheffield and Derbyshire. Come visit. Bring your knitting.
And take your tea. xxx
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tracey doxey 
what a truly beautiful spot.
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such a beautiful spot for reflection, Inspiration and creativity ♥️
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Fabulous. And thanks for sharing this. I have a favorite similar place in Cumbria where we used to live. And I shall be there next week and rain or shine I will walk up to this tarn, go and sit, take a flask of coffee and just look in wonder at the sheer beauty of the place. It never fails to reset my mind. I have never taken my knitting there tho. Maybe I should!
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Thank you for sharing the photos are amazing! Such a beautiful place and so peaceful, I could hear the silence 💕Sent from my iPad
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Thank you for you for your lovely post. Earlier this week we were walking our whippets in our local park and we got chatting to an old couple sitting on a bench. They told us their advancing yeas had prompted them to relocate to Sunderland (to be near their family) from a village just on the edge of Sheffield where they enjoyed the views of the Peak District and Hathersage. They then sort of surprised us by telling us about how they had been in a gliding club for years, flying around the very spot where you were this morning. The lady had quite a knowledge of thermals (the atmospheric ones!) and various cloud formations (and the dangers of approaching lenticular clouds in the wrong direction). It was a lovely interesting encounter so your post felt sort of serendipitous ….beautiful landscapes connect people in all sorts of ways.
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Peak District is a vast rare place. Bretton has many hang gliders and it is a powerful scene
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Beautiful spot to knit, drink tea, and to just be!
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