9th April 2016
The plan was simple; get a bus to Dore, get a train to Bamford. Seems easy enough, but as I rushed onto the platform in Dore and jumped on a train destined for Manchester, I realised that this train looked a little different from the usual Peak District trains. It didn’t have the 20-year-old vibe, or the feeling a bus on rails that the Hope Valley train has; it was modern, with comfy chairs, little fold down tables, and a food trolley. My mistake was confirmed by the attendant. The train went direct through to Stockport, but as I lunged back for the door I heard the telltale beep as the doors locked shut. I was done for.
Having gotten off at the first available station, Stockport, I waited for an hour before boarding the correct dilapidated train back into the Peak District, and getting off at Bamford Station. But the delay caused by my previous eagerness didn’t dampen my day; the sun was shining and there was all but a slight breeze on the top of Bamford Edge.
Walking along Bamford edge I looked up to see dozens of sheep pouring over the edge, down into the steep hills that lead their way down to the valley floor. Reminiscent of the antelope stampede in the Lion King, they seemed never-ending, in a hurried and frantic movement. Noticing a man and two dogs at their tail, I was reminded how the Peak District is not only the playground of the outdoor type, but also a working environment. Whilst I was out exploring on a sun baked morning, this farmer was herding his sheep along the exposed edge back to the farm for lambing season