We followed a golden path through a wood steeped in history and mystery. Mesolithic folk once walked here, whose flints are found eroding from the soft earth. Mines have been dug to gather minerals from deep below a surface where bars of gold have been found with no known origin to explain their presence. The shadows of legends seem to flit across peripheral vision and even on a golden autumn day, there is a feeling of being watched by something older than Man.
We had always planned to return to Alderley Edge and we will doubtless have to go back again. There is simply never enough time to see everything at any site…not properly. You need time to sit with a place, to listen to the whispering of blade and leaf and the long, slow voice of stone. And here, there are so many secrets to discover.
Many of these…
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