The production and design of this book lifts it above so many writers' group collections. It is an interesting idea to tie each piece to a geographic location in and around the Peak District and providing a little information about each plus brief visiting details. Where the buses come from is almost lyrical in itself. That said in one or two places I was a bit bemused - there's a decent sized Derbyshire Dales car park at the bottom of St Johns Road, I don't know why you'd need to park at Matlock Station to visit the lovely St Johns Chapel.
The effect of these introductions was to cleanse the reading palate between each piece. These are combined with some beautiful and effective photography by Chris Gilbert, rather than stock images.
For my taste, a disproportionate number of the stories and accounts were about spooky goings-on. Sometimes the setting was probably pretty irrelevant. There were some nice dry tales - Blue John, for example, and the unfortunate end of a walk up Kinder Scout. Some were moving - T'Owd Man walking up the Via Gellia, Gardom carving the cup and ring on his Edge, the Eagle Stone and the unconsidered small rock near the Nine Ladies... and The School Trip which shows us the difference between what a young boy writes and what he observes and feels.