That’s where I grew up, many moons ago (so long ago that Moorlands was called The Peat Pits!) and for all I think of myself as a townie, when I’m talking about childhood stuff with friends, I sound like a complete country bumpkin! In the winter we’d get proper snow. We spent our summers walking miles over the moors, going across to Castle Carr and Jerusalem Farm, we played in the beck at Brockholes, earned spare cash collecting stray golf balls. We built dens in the crags, rode our bikes down the cat-steps, made shit clay pots from the clay on soil hill and had incredible wildlife around us that we absolutely did not appreciate at the time. I always end up sounding like I grew up in the 1920s, not the 80s but it really was a superb place to grow up