Lesley Jones
Otherwise know as Zooey
As usual, things went a bit pear-shaped the morning I was supposed to leave for the Peak District and I didn't set off until lunch time. Arriving just before 6.00 p.m. I thought there was still plenty of time to drive up to this pass, climb the lowest bank and walk along the edge. It was a horrible trek up a near vertical hill and everywhere was covered in stinging nettles. Even worse was the fact that the sun plunged behind me some 45 minutes before sunset. I literally rushed out to the edge (and yes... that is a road at the bottom), threw down my tripod and grabbed the last of the light on the opposite ridge.
It's a good thing I'm not bothered by heights...
It's a good thing I'm not bothered by heights...