White Edge by blue moonlight …by Stuart Roy Clarke
This blue-ish moonlight makes for magical walks. I went up the sandy lane by White Edge, Frogatt Edge and on to Curbar Edge all within sight of the lonesome haunted house which stands upright, tall, haunting – you can see it for miles – once those spooky woods have retreated. Those ridge and cliff-top piles of rocks become faces and animal friends in daylight. Protectors. Even more so by the full moon. Some gusts of wind are warm mixed in with the collar turners. Mid-England in springtime. Countdown to the longest day.
Soup awaited my midnight return.
Pawing over a map by candlelight – that house I saw from a distance, then closer up, before running away…is White Edge Lodge. Who built it? Why? I must stay there.