|Dovedale – an enchanting limestone gorge (scene from ‘Dovedale’ video below)|
Well, I’ve had a right time of it lately with the weather – it’s thrown a real spanner in the works for some of the videos I had to produce last month. Clag, rain, wind, snow, clag and rain – it’s been a nightmare!
Rain gets in my camera or lenses, gear gets damp because I’m constantly opening and shutting my rucksack fumbling around for a lens or whatever – sheesh!
Anyway, I did manage to finish two videos – one featuring the enchanting Dovedale and another of Tissington village in the Peak District National Park – the latter of which includes Sir Richard FitzHerbert of Tissington Hall.
I was actually on a wild camp in Dovedale when somehow I got a call that Sir Richard would like me to pay him a visit at his Jacobean manor and include some scenes for the village video. Fantastic idea I thought given that what I had captured of the village was all grey and misty – which in a roundabout way only enhanced it’s ‘ye olde’ feel.
So, having given up on filming due to the weather I duly went back a few days later (only to experience the same prevailing weather conditions) and nipped to see Sir Richard. And what a thoroughly decent and down to earth chap he is. He left me to shoot video around his gardens and in a few of the fine rooms in the splendid Tissington Hall.
He was very enthusiastic, welcoming and enlightening when it came to the history of his family and the hall.
We talked and relaxed in his library to the point where time passed by so quickly, I forgot what I was there for and had to consider heading off for my nights camp late in the evening not too many miles away. He was kind enough to give me a lift and drop me off, mind – and so the afternoon finished on a real high for me despite the gloomy weather.
I’d recommend anyone with an interest in history to pay the hall a visit when it’s open in the summer. There’s some fantastic plaster work to view and a real sense of family history to the place. A real gem of the Peak Park along with the village of Tissington itself – which my video I have to say doesn’t do it justice. But I had to make do with what I could film.
Saying that, I will return in the coming months to film the well dressing ceremonies – something I’m particularly looking forward to.
|Thorpe Cloud from Bunster Hill|
So, I made my camp near Dovedale and noted on the map I wasn’t too far from a nearby pub – and so I headed off for a quick pint or two.
I do enjoy visiting such rural pubs on these trips as I get to socialise with the locals and pick up some handy tips and info regarding the area nearby. It could range from a bit of local folklore, history or a little-visited vantage point. And such things I duly take on board.
One being a picture (above) of Thorpe Cloud from Bunster Hill – the composition is nice and the picture has scenic value but alas I didn’t get the fine sunset or sunrise to really lift this scene. So, it’s a spot I’ll be heading back to in the coming months for sure.
|Relaxing at camp in the dark woods|
After a miserable wet day walking through Dovedale and filming as best I could it’s many visual delights, I finished my day with a wonderfully discreet camp in some woods which overlook the limestone gorge. The cloud had lifted, the wind dropped and the air was cool – I had a lovely time relaxing and taking in the sights and sounds and made a change from the clag and damp I’ve endured of late.
It was so peaceful I tied both inner and outer tent doors back and lay in my bed gazing out into the woods and the valley below with only the sound of owls for company. A sound I never tire of hearing and being much closer to them amongst the trees – it’s all the more thrilling.
At one point in the night I woke to hear foxes nearby attacking ducks – quite an unsettling sound I have to admit – and it did make me wonder whether I should shut the tent up and ensure any food is packed away to prevent any interest from them. There was no need as my bleary eyes and dopey head figured “To hell with ’em” and duly retired taking me back to the land of nod.
The following morning was a joy, too – wandering around in the wood to the sound or bird song – something you don’t tend to pick up on when camped up high on moors and fells. I couldn’t resist to set my video camera up and record their calls onto tape for perhaps a future project.
And so we’re now into the month of March and tomorrow I’ll be heading back out into the Peak Park for a lengthy visit as I’m up to my eyeballs with videos to produce. It’s going to be a tough month both physically, mentally and with time considerations for me.
So, the rucksack is packed, gear is clean and re-proofed, my aching limbs have just about recovered and off I go.
You can view the finished products of the two videos produced from this trip below – you’ll see what I mean by the weather being somewhat problematic for my shoot: