Robin Hood and the nightingale

Barbrook 1 and 2 (5)

It was undoubtedly lunchtime. We walked the short distance across the moor to where the car was parked, noting that the first of the heather was in bloom. Not the proper heather, of course… not the one that turns whole swathes of these isles purple in a brief explosion of glory, but heather nonetheless. It is a start… The August trip north would need the camera’s memory cleared in anticipation…

rowan falls
A solitary crow watched as we reached the gate. The moor had ‘got to us’ once again. Fine while we walked there, but that strange, heady feeling as we left. For myself, I felt as if I was not driving the car down the long hill towards Baslow; I was simply a passenger in something that seemed to fly of its own accord. It is an odd feeling… but lunch would ground us again. Lunch and, for me, a nice, cold cider.

Barbrook 1 and 2 (6)
We chose the Robin Hood… the pub, not the elusive stone that has seen a number of long walks and the infamous mud-sliding incident while we searched for the lost stone… It seemed appropriate after having failed to find Barbrook III. The inn has stood here for three hundred years or so, nestled beneath Birchen and Gardrom’s Edges. A nice selection of local ales gave us the opportunity for laughter… the image on the glass was perfect given what we had just been planning for the Leaf and Flame workshop … and under the circumstances, so was the inscription on the back… “full of mischievous character…”


We took our drinks outside after lunch and sat in a shady corner to escape the sun and rising wind. The hill rose behind us and birds sang in the trees. I spotted a couple of finches as well as the obligatory robin investigating the crumbs left by diners. One shy little thing had a particularly sweet song. It took me a while to find it in the branches, and I think it was a nightingale. Like the unknown bird that turned out to be a whinchat earlier that morning, it is one of the Old World Flycatchers… but more importantly at that moment… I don’t believe I had ever seen one before.
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We had the whole afternoon ahead of us. We were, in spite of lunch, still feeling a little odd. The prospect of starting at the other end of the moor to go in search of Barbrook III was not appealing at that moment. Neither of us felt energetic. To make matters worse, he mango cheesecake with ice cream had, disappointingly, sold out and the Bakewell slice had not quite done the trick… we were still in need of something sweet and sticky to bring us back to earth. There was only one thing for it. “Come on, I’ll buy  you an ice-cream up at Baslow Edge…”

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email:
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18 Responses to Robin Hood and the nightingale

  1. blondieaka says:

    Lovely pictures once again Sue 🙂


  2. Your photography is stunning. I love how I feel myself there with you.


  3. stevetanham says:

    Nice looking beer – I’ll have an armful . . . x


  4. Mary Smith says:

    Glorious landscape.


  5. Reblogged this on Barrow Blogs: and commented:
    Glorious photos


  6. noelleg44 says:

    Lovely birds – isn’t it amazing how some places can affect us on such an emotional level. We have a house crow at our lake house – he visits whenever we are in residence. I understand they can be very territorial.


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