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Tales from the fog bank

I take a walk from my home up to Cheesden. At the Whitten, I gain enough height to see the Cheshire Plain, cloaked by an estuary of fog, flanked by Blackstone, Bleaklow and Kinder, and pricked by Manchester skyscrapers. The fog bank brings silence and serenity - it mutes the...

The Whitten Tree

The Whitten Tree isn’t a tree - it’s a shrub. It sits at the top of a bluff above Cinder Hill near where I live. Some time ago, I started throwing wind-blown branches at the base of the tree to mark a run, and after a few years,...