Heading home in the late evening, I had to stop and rub my eyes at this view; it felt as if I'd fallen into a dream. As the last of the day's golden light drifted through the trees, this beautiful little white horse lifted his head to watch me pass. I wouldn't have been wholly surprised if he had casually spread out a pair of wings and flown off across the hedgerows once I'd walked on.
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After the long Winter months of brown and grey, Spring arrives like a shout of bright green from every tree, verge, hedgerow and forest floor. It was sheer, absolute bliss to stand in this woodland full of birds and allow my starved eyes to soak up every shade and tone and light of the green, from the fluorescent glow of the brand new beech leaves to the damp softness of the old moss on the rocks, and every possible hue in between.
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Glowing in the early morning Spring light, this is the little Peak District hamlet of Miller's Dale, nestled alongside the River Wye and surrounded on all sides by high limestone hills. The water rushed and bubbled through the valley and birds sang out from the trees whose shadows fell on the road, but otherwise all was perfectly peaceful as the day began in this little corner of England.
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Sometimes, when the early winter sun shines through the mist and fills the air with gold, you just have to open the door and walk through into the light and possibilities beyond, don't you? Centuries old and studded with iron, this wonderful oak door is at Haddon Hall and leads into the wild acres of the Haddon Medieval Park, a true secret garden, untouched for 900 years and left to the perfect hand of nature.
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A wonderfully wild view of the gritstone slopes below Stanage Edge, the rusting heather and bracken leading on into the misty hills beyond, and that little farm hunkered down for shelter against the winds that whirl across the moors.
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The Peak District National Park is a biiiig place. It takes in parts of five different counties: Derbyshire, Yorkshire, Staffordshire, Cheshire and even Greater Manchester. This is the lovely village of Rainow in Cheshire, looking very pretty on an autumn afternoon. I love the way the little church of the Holy Trinity glows amongst the trees, and you can spot a happy flock of sheep surrounding the farm on the hillside above. You might also be able to pick out a rather fine gate in the foreground, which just completed the scene for me.
