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Man on the edge. And nothing to do with an iron maiden. But he had the shakes from being out on the promontory. Shame he was jigging about. A shot from what seems like a lifetime ago. Freedom Day today or Disaster Day? F-ing Monday as far as I was concerned. All day.
Probably the most photographed gate in the Peak District, the morning did not start well weather wise, miserable and grey when packing my bag, it took me a while to get motivated, so glad I did, blessed with superb light and clouds, and not forgetting the obligatory tea & cake to top the day off.
There are many classic compositions to be had atop the great ridge above Hope valley, but there are also more intimate ones to be had actually in the valley itself. With an inversion in the valley on arrival we shot the obvious images before moving onto the less obvious, I just loved how this small farmhouse at the end of a winding lane looked so much of another era.
I had rushed to Mam Tor very early on Monday morning before I took a long way round to work, to see the much anticipated inversion in Hope Valley. But the mist boiled up and engulfed the valley and the view of it before the sun rose. A little disappointed, time meant I had to go, but I thought to take a look into the Edale valley on the other side of the hill before I went, to find the mist rushing in from the right towards Rushup on the left. I grabbed this before everything faded from sight.
And, yes, to my Finnish brother, you have been there!
An interlude from my holiday snaps to share with you the lovely view from Mam Tor this morning.
No matter how many times I've been up there on misty mornings and seen this kind of view I never fail to be inspired.
The classic view towards the Great Ridge from Mam Tor, Peak District, July 2019.
I love how the sheep have the whole hillside to graze on, but they're always on the footpath...good for them!
This is the last of four images I'm posting in sequence from a tremendous morning back in September. All are of the same scene, looking down from near the top of Mam Tor across the Hope Valley (Derbyshire, England) during a temperature inversion when a sea of fog was lapping against the hills. Sunrise was at 6:50, so they span the blue hour to the point at which the post-sunrise light started to get a little harsher.
If you get a touch of déjà vu, that's because you really have seen a couple of them before. One was on my stream for about 36 hours before I stupidly, and in total error, erased it... doh!...another I more recently deleted as I've decided I now want them all together and in order as a record of the transition. Not good etiquette to post-erase-repost, but there you go. I'll conquer my embarrassment, no doubt :-)
Very best wishes for the New Year to all Flickr Friends. Hope you all have excellent snapping in 2017!
Anice evening out on the Great Ridge a couple of weeks back. Not the conditions I wanted but nice to stretch the legs and see the hawthorn blossoming. Sad to see people have been destroying the drystone wall up there.
A glorious sunrise followed by sublime morning light along the great ridge from Mam tor.
Ive always wanted to capture the ridge, back tor and lose hill as a layered landscape and Sunday mornings soft hazy light provided a perfect opportunity
Beautiful sunrise along the great ridge from Mam tor, the normal gate shot was not really on today because so many other landscape togs have beaten me to it, so I did a detour and waited to most had disappeared then went back up to the ridge. A little tricky masking the bright sun but I just about pulled it off.
A stitch of three images taken from Derwent Edge looking across the Northern Arm of Ladybower Reservoir towards Edale and the plateau of Kinder Scout
Looking west from Lose Hill along the Great Ridge which divides the Hope Valley, (on the left), from Edale.
Local access activist G. H. B. Ward was given an area of Lose Hill by the Sheffield and District Federation of the Ramblers Association in 1945, which was named Ward's Piece; he subsequently presented this to the National Trust.
We were all expecting a great inversion. God had turned the cooker on that causes the mist to boil up on the valley floor over Castleton. But he forgot to turn the gas down, once it was boiling and soon the mist just came up and up, over us and over the top of the hill. We were waiting for sunrise, for the sun to illuminate the top of the inversion but in the meantime I thought I would amuse myself with a shot of the other togs, which I always find more interesting than the view itself. Strange man, apparently.
PS THERE were many others dotted along the ridge. 0652 hrs on a Monday morning. I couldn't stay. some people have got jobs you know.