There is an image.

It has been floating around inside my mind for several weeks now, taunting me that I haven’t made it a reality.

In the following series, I will document my annual visit to the Edale valley in the Peak District, as I hunt down and capture the photograph that has been creating itself in my head at every opportunity, like a songwriter who can’t stop humming a new melody that they’ve yet to write down.

Along the way I meet some lovely people, get very cross with a rail service, drink some rum, get in a pickle over a pork pie, visit a mine belonging to a Norse God, and come to the rescue of some real lost boys.

Want to join me?