Notes: written early 2020s if not sooner. For some reason this area really speaks to me. I'd driven through with my parents whilst very young. We parked to look at the view in the opposite direction from the woodland and heath featured in this verse. It left a familiarity of Woodhead Road in my mind. It feels like a vestige of a once beautiful 1950s' countryside.

Rediscovering it on the motorcyle in later years, Ali and I began walking here. There is a tree with poetry cut into it, another with song lyrics - and other graffiti. Mildly amusing - what is more engaging is how pollarding or 100 years ago has left a woodlandscape that is perhaps, Tolkeinesque. Trees dance literally in and out of the loamy earth, their shapes curiously fashioned by pollarding and other woodland management.

Looking out over the rocky edge, with it's volcan/seismic beginings and ice-age refurbishments, you can see the rock imprinted with the long ago and folded as only hot rock might, you half expect to meet a fur-clad neanderthal....

Enjoyed by climbers carting their huge mattress things about, it is primeval, a feed straight into the imagination. A good source of autumnal fruits, squireels and foragers also roam. I like it best when you get some time alone...