No visit would have been complete
without a trip to the promised moor. The summit is not much taller than
Beamsley Beacon; though the car really did struggle to climb the hill. It’s a
miracle as to how the town avoids flooding. It was desolate and completely silent
owing to the recent downpour that we had just trudged through. A bunch of rocks
masked a huge wall surrounding the path; and it could have easily been a film
set for the Ringwraiths of Peter Jackson’s Lord of the Rings. It’s the stuff of
legends, as the tale goes that a giant split the rocks and separated the cow
from the calf as he fled from his angry wife. There were paths climbing up
either side to the top; which was the start of the moor itself; which is full
of becks and streams, and on a sunny day it’s a great place to go for a
marvellous view of the town. It’s a shame that we didn’t our walk here; but you
can’t pick the weather when you choose to set out into the great outdoors.
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