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Beeley loop – A walk with water

Beeley loop – A walk with water

Area: Derbyshire – Peak District
Starting point: Beeley Moor (circular walk)
Date of walk: 13th April 2016
Walkers: Me & Yannis
Distance: 4.96m
Difficulty: Easy
Terrain: Woodland, Wateralls, Streams
Weather: Sun, blue skies

This is probably one of my favourite walks in the Chatsworth / Rowsley area of Derbyshire. I’ve done this walk before, & there is a fantastic waterfall on the route. I have the urge to pick up some fruit from the store to make a peace offering during my walk today. It’s warm, and I am only in my t-shirt. We were actually supposed to goto a place called Arbor low stone circle, however the road was closed, so we headed to Beeley instead. The first part of this walk, start in a woodland, and its great. It has a stream with a series of waterfalls running through the woodland complex. Upon hearing the sound of running water, move swiftly through the forest, I can.only describe the feeling as ‘immediately soothing’. Peaceful.

A soothing brook
A soothing brook

I personally sometimes take water which we drink & bathe in for granted. yet it nourishes the earth & nourishes our bodies. A few weeks ago, I was standing out on the moors one night, catering to the fire in the pouring rain. I couldn’t help giggle to myself, like a child, playing in the rain. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so ecstatic with nothing but the pouring rain dripping off my forehead onto my face. My soul felt soothed at this moment, and to hear the water again, and reconnect with the power of water, felt… Joyous.

A short stroll through this magical woodland let us to the other end out on Beeley Moor. The views from this moor, the clear skies, the birds tweeting in the heather, a profound stillness arises from within. Slow walking, 1 step at a time, across this baron but fruitful moor. We did encounter something strange however. In the middle of nothingness and peace, there is a quiet sound of an engine. We look, and we see a unmarked blacked, near to silent plane whizzing by our heads, within 100 metres! 2 of them! Unbelievable, of course there is discussion of what these jet black unmarked silent planes are doing circling around the moors of Derbyshire

On the moor
On the moor
Planes casually cruising above the moor...
Planes casually cruising above the moor…

All sorts of thoughts arise, and knock us both out of the natural flow we had found ourselves in. Nether the less, strolling continues, aimlessly, feeling like wandering hermits, with nothing to do, nowhere to go, but where are feet take us. We enter into a another woodland which is on the back end of Chatsworth. The old majestic tree’s are greatly appreciated like brothers among us. A genuine hurt is felt for the mass’s of tree’s bought down for whatever human reasons. That voice in my head speaks ‘forgive them, for they know not what they do’.

Through a narrow path, uplifted by the land we walk on, we get to this incredible waterfall. At a moment, we discuss, this is the type of place, you’ll find in an Indiana Jones movie, in the middle of Bolivia. But yes, we are in awe of the beauty. taken again by the power of water. it becomes apparent at this stage of the walk, the water has something to teach me today.

Waterfall
Waterfall

I take a brief dip into the waterfall, and purify myself with the water. You see, water close by the source is pure. Untampered with, close to spirit, close to purity. The water we get coming through our taps at home, has passed through human influence and thinking, lessening the purity. Man’s sinful ways taints the world in so many ways, but who am I to judge? The water teach’s, let life flow, and let it go where it decides to flow, I need not create barriers, blockades of great dams, Fear not of what the water will do. This is why, i step under the waterfall, to allow the water to cleanse, sooth and heal. And yes, needless to say, it feels amazing. Once again I feel child like & innocent. I take some moments to stand among the waterfall with my fruit & a big incense. To make an offering, for what has been provided to me today & to maintain peace within. As I place the fruit on the floor, and connect, it’s obvious I need to do this more often! be by water. My star sign is an earthly one, and what does the earth need more than anything, water. Open up to water, like a flower opens up to it when its about to rain.

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After about an hour by this marvel of a place, we walk back a slightly different way creating a loop, we pass by a lake, and back through some woodland, going off path through wild terrain. However, we meet the path again, and there we are back on the Moor strolling back across to where we came from. This time undisturbed by stealth spy planes…

I always find it pleasing, how if we pay attention and be present, signs & symbols are all around us teaching us & guiding us. Today I was reminded something quite simple. We turn on the tap, drink water, throw the rest down the sink, without even thinking. Being present in my actions, starting with the simplest things that I do, makes for good meditation. I am currently in the middle of writing about ‘walking meditation’ with touch’s on this is more depth, and practical ways to incorporate simple living into our lives. In this I will be talking about making offerings, being conscious in walking, being aware and observant, and pursuing the things with bring joy and ecstasy to our lives.

Love always

Azim x

Walks & Talks – The Buxton Loop

Walks & Talks – The Buxton Loop


Weather : Fair & Hazy

An Early afternoon, and I arrive in the quietish town of Buxton on a Sunday morning to be reacquainted with old friend James for a stretch of the legs through the fine hills surrounding Buxton. The weather is fair & hazy, but no rain and relatively warm for this time of year. Buxton lies on the western plank of the White peak area, not far from the bigger settlements of Glossop, Macclesfield & Manchester. Saying that, Buxton is quite a thriving place, it hosts a university, an opera house & quite a pleasant park.

I take this walk as a great opportunity to test out my new bag, the Osprey Atmos 65 & also to wear my Scarpa Ranger GTX boots in a bit more.

The plan was… to leave Buxton southwards and head towards Chrome hill, also known as the Dragons Back and walk back to Buxton, doing a kind of loop. We did kind of stick to the plan, but it was made quite apparent our map & compass skills were in need of some serious fine tuning. We are both the kind of people who walk in a ‘as the crow flies’ fashion. Which basically means A to B is literally that. Regardless of what we have to cut across…. The steep gradient up a hill seems shorter, so in our heads, ‘oh ye, it must be quicker’ haha. Ye right…. What fools we are. Chuckle brothers spring to mind.

Looking West
Looking West From the edge of the 1st quarry… Lush

Anyhow, we head south of the town centre, out through beautiful English pasture land. Mmmm, green fields of short grass. A giant pillow for my body. No matter where I go in this world, all the marvels, wonders & devastation I have come across & witnessed, there is something about the rolling hills of England which touches the heart deeply, and security is felt in the simple knowing that, they are there. Blessed are those who trust in the land, but more simply…. blessed are those trust. Out of the hustle and bustle of this spa town, the silence is appreciated. We are on a footpath which takes us around the used and dis-used quarries of Buxton. It’s an odd walk, there is a heavy industrial feel to the surroundings of Buxton & quite a stench, which does make me wonder, how clean is Buxton water? It spur’s on great conversation discussing ecology. We make all this concrete, extract all this stone out of the land to build houses. Some would say, supply and demand. Expectations of how we are living, and what we need to live are firmly stamped into our society, and further questions arise, what do we really need? Clean Food & water, shelter? Is anything on top of that a bonus? Just some food for thought. However, as we gain some height, we start to see chrome hill and come across a farm called Stoop Farm. Quite funny, because we weren’t expecting to run into this farm and it happens to be my wedding venue when I got married in August 2014. Brings back memories for both of us, a love filled day for myself, and for James it was a Boo’s filled day…

Wedding Venue
Wedding Venue

We come to the decision that we don’t have the time to climb the Dragons Back today, but instead climb another nearby hill called Hollins Hill. As we scale this hill, all these thoughts & discussions, seem meaningless for now. The beauty and peace on top of this hill will not be disturbed. Once again silence is appreciated. From this peak, we can see what they call, Solomon’s temple in the distance. It sounds like something you’d come across in an Indiana Jones movie. It is a small tower, which is next to the Buxton country park.

The dragons back seen from Hollins Hill
The dragons back seen from Hollins Hill
Looking Northish from Hollins Hill
Looking Northish from Hollins Hill

Once again, we make pace, walking through some unusual surroundings and through some research lab bunkers? I think at this stage, James has a concern. He is concerned about my poor map & compass skills… especially as I will be walking 650 miles using a map and compass to guide me! Sly comments like, so will you be having a GPS device for emergencies, and will you be letting Louise (my wonderful wife) know where you are by the day. He has valid points actually, but the ego in me mummers ‘I know what I’m bloody doing’  haha. I wander if I’ll be saying that when I’m by the English Scottish borders with severely blistered feet, standing in the rain with a broken tent, drenched through eating a block of mouldy cheese dipped in hot pepper sauce for my evening meal.

deep in the Buxton hills there are cameras... ofcourse
deep in the Buxton hills there are cameras… ofcourse
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A few miles later we arrive at Solomon’s temple, the view point is impressive. We take the time to relax here, and take in the view over Buxton. Hunger starts to strike, and James turns to me and says ‘what we doing for tea’? I’m quite confused by this question as it’s nearly dinner time & he’s a southerner. Anyway I correct him, having to once again explain the drill. Breakfast is when you wake up. Lunch is your afternoon meal. Tea is what you have around 4pm with a biscuit, and dinner is your main afternoon meal. End of. Living in the East Midland I am forever having this pleasing debate.

James contemplating at Solomons temple
James contemplating at Solomons temple
Solomons temple
Solomons temple
View over Buxton from Solomons
View over Buxton from Solomons

The stroll back is the nicest part of the walk for me, we leave the temple, through the country park back to Buxton. As we get to the bottom of the valley into town, we walk through the ‘town park’ alongside the river Wye. I can honestly say this is one of the nicest town parks I have stepped foot in (the nicest being St Marys garden in regents park), it reminds me of a Japanese Zen garden walking alongside the river. Heading back into town we are hungry, and most of the places we are walking past are out of our budget. We find a nice local pub & I settle for some fish & chips. A perfect end to a great day.

Days like this are special, wandering aimlessly, vaguely following some guidelines but knowing you have the choice on where to go at any time. It was a reminder to remain flexible in life at all times, nothing is certain, there are many paths one can take, or one can choose to explore beyond the paths that have been layed and create new path’s.

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Japanese Zen in Buxton – a perfect end to a hilly walk along the River Wye