I have a long term plan to visit all eleven of our local Wildlife Trust reserves. I think at one point I planned to do this within a year (possibly 2011), but it’s extended well beyond that year and we’ve only just got round to visiting reserve number six.
Blacka Moor is perched high above Sheffield, on the edge of the Peak District. I drive past it a lot on my way to other places, but never found the time to stop.
We chose a gloomy day, after what can only be described as a Difficult Week (yes, with capital letters). The snow lingered, the sky was hazy, and the ground was thick with churned up mud.
It wasn’t all bad. I got to indulge my enthusiasm for lichen (and I’m now waiting for some more knowledgeable person to tell me that this isn’t lichen at all).
And we had a nice cup of tea in Bakewell afterwards too, so I can’t complain too much.
Back home, things have turned decidedly snowy again.