Stanton Moor

When I was 10 years old, I went on a school trip to the Peak District. We camped at the top of Birchover in huge army tents and one night the teachers took us all out for an evening walk around Stanton Moor. I had never done anything like this before, never been on a hike, never been on a moor and certainly not out somewhere so barren and almost featureless at night. I recall at the time I was worried about being pulled down into the earth by a bog or attacked by a wild animal. I think I had recently watched Sherlock Holmes and The Hound of the Baskervilles so my mind was running wild.
The teachers didn't put my mind at rest when we reached a stone circle and they began to tell us about rituals and ceremonies being held here, thousand of years ago. Too much Hammer Horror at a young age didn't help me either.
I also recall we walked past a spooky tower that seemed to serve no purpose on the edge of the moor and we were told that was where naughty children were put.
I was one of 8 boys in my tent that night on a campsite just off the edge of the moor. Even though I had good friends all around me, I was sh**ting it!

 

Thanks mum for letting me watch horror films with you at a young age and thanks to my teachers who i could hear laughing in the tent next door.