A couple of weeks ago, after my morning lecture finished, I realised that I had nothing planned and could do anything I wanted, and spent the afternoon at The Roaches.
Sometimes I get this need that just builds up and up and up, until it boils over, to spend some time on my own outside. If you’ve ever got the ‘urge’ to get a piercing or a tattoo – it’s that exact same feeling, but to be outside. I’m not the kind of person who likes to always been on their own, but I find being on my own outside really energising. It’s difficult to put into words, but I think Cat from Oddly Lovely did a great job of describing it in a recent post called “I Am a Loner”.
With the realisation that “anywhere” would have to be about an hour’s drive away, I quickly settled upon The Roaches on the edge of the Staffordshire Moorlands and the Peak District. I always forget how beautiful it is up there – the sun was shining and I wished I’d got a dash cam so I could have captured some footage of how breathtaking it was.
Since it was the middle of the day on a Thursday, it was silent up there. It was like I had the whole place to myself; I saw a couple of rock climbers and a small group of walkers, and that was it. It was me, my camera, and some music.
Could you imagine what it must have been like to live in this house? How wonderful the view out the front door must have been every morning.
I climbed up two parts of the Roaches, and enjoyed my lunch perched on the edge with my sandwiches, a flask, and a good book. The cold wind up there was certainly refreshing.
When it got back, I decided to do some research into The Roaches and discovered that they’re are a couple of strange stories about goings on up there.
The first is that their was (and may still be) a small colony of wallabies roaming around after they were released from a private collection in the 30s.
The second is that a mermaid allegedly lives in Doxey Pool (which I want to go and find because it looks beautiful). She supposedly fell in one day while out walking, and spends her afterlife trying to drag other people in to join her. I suspect she’s not trying to drag them in for a tea party either.
It was so nice to get away from everything and I returned home with my boots covered in mud and my mind clear and energised.
Do you like spending time on your own?