The light was wonderful this winter afternoon at Edale. I didn’t walk, which is rare for me, but drove up and down the valley watching the light. It’s not quite Borrowdale, Patterdale, Nant Gwynant or Dolwyddelan; it’s certainly not Scotland. You drive further and go deeper into the British outdoors for those places, which are more beautiful and adventurous. Edale is about an hour from Manchester and charming on its own terms.


Edale Trees

Thursday February 25, 2016