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Message posted by heather + phil on 21/4/2014 at 3:50pm
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heather + phil
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I managed to sneak off for a couple of days, so I thought that I would spend them on Big Moor.
Heather dropped me off at The Robin Hood pub and I made my way onto the moor via White Edge. I'd found what I believed to be an ideal spot until a black dog trampled all over the place where I had just dropped my gear off and p****d all over the grass. Then I noticed a man with a tweed hat marching purposely towards me, making me think aye aye, here we go, get off my land etc.
After a conversation, which lasted around twenty minutes with this very nice gentlemen who wasn't the land owner (phew!), I decided to think again as to where I was going to spend the night. (He told me that he comes up every day at around 6.00am).
To be honest, I was feeling a little put-out having to move at first, and after I had managed to get myself set up, a jogger went running past with an "Evening" greeting as he sailed past. Actually, I'm not certain who was surprised the most! Thankfully, he was the last person that I saw for the rest of the day.
After cooking and a brew, I was treated to a lovely sunset, followed by an amazing blood red moon rise over Dronfield. So, after a bottle of wine and the fact it was getting quite cold, I jumped into my sack and slept the whole night.
When morning came, and I could no longer put off the need to splash my boots, I got out of bed and headed back to The Robin Hood pub via Froggatt Edge, to await my lift home.
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