On Friday, I walked along two edges - Curbar Edge and Froggatt Edge. They are millstone grit escarpments that overlook the valley of The River Derwent - a twelve minute drive from Pudding Palace.
Above you can see two photographers standing on a rocky outcrop. They are probably talking about photographic techniques or possibly the meaning of life. Behind them - on the horizon - there's the telecommunications mast that sits on Sir William Hill above Grindleford.
Below you can see part of the Bronze Age stone circle on Froggatt Edge. It is around four thousand years old and though not as imposing nor as important as Stonehenge would once have been, it still speaks powerfully of past times and of the people who populated these islands long ago.
All of the millstone edges near Sheffield are popular with the rock climbing fraternity. It is not a pastime that has ever appealed to me personally though it is easy to admire the courage, patience and sheer ability shown by the sport's adherents. They cling like insects to rock faces, raising themselves upward - reliant upon personal strengths - both mental and physical. This young man was on Curbar Edge with his bare-footed companion above - holding the safety rope.
Above, a finger-like outcrop points the way to infinity and beyond and below the two photographers are continuing their wide-ranging discussion. The agenda has moved on to Brexit now so a tandem leap from the edge is anticipated at any moment..."Geronimo!"