Reflection on site 13
I used to come here quite often as a boy.
One grandparent used to farm Upper Oldhams at Arbor Low while the other was the station master at Parsley Hay.
In those times there used to be a small quarry at the site and every year a gypsy caravan would visit, parking in the quarry.
The lines from the poem seemed apt for this site. And reminded me about how the years have gone by.