
Mam Tor, which means ‘mother hill’, is surrounded by her children, where the underlying layers of shale have caused landslips to form smaller hills at her base. The instability of the hill gave her the name of ‘shivering mountain’.
The hill towers 1,696 ft above Castleton in Derbyshire. Around the base of the Tor and caverns and mines where Blue John and lead have been brought from the earth since antiquity.
Over three thousand years ago, our ancestors encircled the summit of the Tor with a hillfort. Burial mounds mark their resting places and over a hundred small platforms were dug around the summit or homes to be built of wood. It must have been a bleak place to live as the Tor catches the first snows and holds them to her breast, unwilling to let them melt away.



























An old school friend toook me here during my first month back in England ( when I was 20 ) I still have a blue john pendant. I must be long overdue for a visit there!
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I have one too… and I always feel as if I’m overdue a visit to the area…and I am there almost every month 😉
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Wow – what a magnificent place. Your poem really captures the atmosphere of your photo.
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Thanks, Suzanne. It is in one of my favourite parts of the country.
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That is somewhere that I would want to be more than anywhere else all the time. I could sit there writing for days come rain or shine.
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So could I… I could just sit too 🙂
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Thanks, Michael 🙂
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