Castleton

It is a long time since I was here last and as I stepped upon the paths I trod all those years ago I stood today feeling the smells and feelings of then, as real as those years ago and compared to now. I often see my old and new self standing side by side as I re-visit places I haven’t seen for a while.  The area is familiar but I still feel like I am discovering things for the first time – discovering how they are today with me as I am.

Winnets Pass is as gorgeous as I remember:

I took a walk up to Peveril castle

 

 

 

I was the first visitor of the day and had the whole place to myself for a bit which was wonderful. The views were gorgeous and I peered over the wall to an old favourite place of mine: Cave dale

where I saw this:

 

After a nice cup of coffee and a sit down (or sleep in Boots’ case) I decided to take a short stroll along cavedale which turned into an epic walk up through around and over and back down. It was actually really enjoyable. 

we eventually dropped back down into Castleton. I took a drive through the country and decided to track down some places in Sheffield. The people I wanted to see were out which was a shame, but it was quite extraordinary reminding myself of the places that were so familiar all those years ago. Returning all these years later; everything has changed yet feels the same.

Today I am off to find a cave. I spent a lot of time in this cave and a friend and I decided we would live there instead of student accommodation. Unfortunately the accommodation grant people wouldn’t accept it so we didn’t.

I had a little faded red Renault 4 with the gear stick in the dashboard in those days. It was a marvellous little car that gave us all a tremendous amount of joy and laughter particularly as it wasn’t too keen on going up hills.