The place pulled us here by it’s name. I mean, who wouldn’t wonder what a place called ‘Fairy Battery’ was like?
We were in great need of a little recharging magic, and so a sunny August Saturday we set off on our adventure. We weren’t to be disappointed.
Our starting point was the most beautiful valley just twenty minutes from where we live, in the West Pennine Moors, and I didn’t even know it was there.
This place has everything I could possibly want on an afternoon stroll. On our approach we were treated to a lake, woodland and stream. We were greeted by a bountiful crop of mugwort to harvest, and yards and yards of bilberry bushes brimming with ripe berries which went into making bilberry gin. The heather had just stared to flower and was especially stunning.
We wobbled across stepping stones over crystal clear water, and weaved our way through ask and beech trees.
Then, as we approached the rock face we saw faces emerging out of the crevasses, sparking a conversation around who we could each see. On reaching the top we settled ourselves on a flat rock, just big enough for the two of us to lie on, and watched the clouds overhead, as we were kissed by the warmth of the sun.
A battery indeed, we felt ourselves re-energising on that sunny afternoon, from both above and below.
Maybe in the realm beneath us, the faeries were doing just the same. Who knows!
I wonder how many more extraordinary places are out there on my doorstep that I haven’t discovered yet. Oh the adventures that are awaiting us on the West Pennine Moors!
Just the day before I had been sitting in Preston Museum Library surrounded by piles of Lancashire folklore books, delving into the mysteries of this rich landscape I am lucky enough to call home. The old stories, which have been captured for all of time, are now ripe for me to immerse myself in.
Such joys, which I hope to be able to share with you in future blogs and musings over the coming months and years.