Curbar light

It’s funny how your brain works. No… perhaps I should rephrase that. It’s certainly funny how MY brain works as it took a car crash for me to remember a wonderful evening in the Peak District a few years ago. My husband got home from work later than usual the other evening. I had done all the cats and ferrets and had been waiting so we could do the outside animals together. We had sheared one of our llamas the day before and I wanted to give him a brush to check if there was any tidying up to be done.

My husband was fine, but appeared shaken up as he told me a car had run into the back of him while he was waiting at road works a few miles from home. The back was badly damaged and the tailgate wouldn’t open and a quick phone call the next morning revealed our worst fears – the car was a write off and he wasn’t allowed to drive it. That alone is going to give us problems as the old estate is our work horse and collects all the hay, straw and animal feed for the zoo. I’m already desperate for llama feed and I face the prospect of trying to pick it up in my little Smart car tomorrow. But I digress…

Like most females, I guess I develop emotional attachments to our vehicles. I was certainly moved to tears when we had to part with our Series III Land Rover last year. I needed a second car after taking early retirement though and it needed to be cheap and practical and much as we both loved the Landy, she had to go. At least we found a local home where she will be used to build a brand new Land Rover and who knows? We may even spot her being driven round our country lanes one day.

The estate car has been with us for many years and in the early days when my husband first allowed me to take the camera away for a few days each year, this was the vehicle I used. I must have driven her round Yorkshire, the Peak District, Cornwall, Devon and Somerset. Last year I took my little Smart car to the Lake District and it gave me no end of fun. I’ve been thinking about those earlier trips though and one place in particular, Curbar Edge in the Peak District. Maybe it’s because I visited both evening and the following morning, or perhaps because the parking was so convenient. I can still see the car waiting patiently for me as I returned after sunset on that first visit.

I had already met the Curbar cattle and spent the afternoon trying to dodge the midges. They had been the only drawback in what has become one of my all time favourite locations. I had also found Pillar Rock, which was to be my destination for sunrise the following day. It wasn’t far from where I had parked the car and so it seemed sensible to also use it for sunset as well. So here is that image featured above. Taken as a shaft of sunlight had broken through the cloud, lighting up part of the valley below.

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