First off, the location is a cheat code. You’re slap bang in the middle of the Peak District. One minute you’re sipping tea in your motorhome, the next you’re literally walking on a Roman road.
And the name? “Blackshaw Moor.” It sounds like a place from a fantasy novel. No dragons here, though. Just sheep that look at you like you owe them money. Quirky fact: the moor itself is a Site of Special Scientific Interest. Fancy, right? It’s basically the VIP section of nature.
The Real Show: The Wildlife
Don’t expect just birds. Expect drama. The resident rabbits have a complex social hierarchy. You’ll see them chasing each other like tiny, fluffy soap opera stars.
One morning, I saw a fox just stroll through the site. It didn’t even look at the bins. It looked at me with pure disdain, as if to say, “You’re in my living room, pal.” You don’t get that at a Premier Inn.
