December 27. Monday. It’s my birthday: 32. Mist. James and Clare drive down from York, where they’ve been staying with Clare’s parents, and we go out into the Peaks, where nobody can see anything. We walk up Crook Hill and along the edge of Ladybower Reservoir. Apparently there’s the remains of a megalithic stone circle up here but it’s hard to see anyt…
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