10 minutes ago he had pulled into the national trust car park by the wizard pub. Managing to swap a £20 note for some change at the NT membership stand he had paid the car park fees. Hiking boots on he set of down the path to the Edge.
Turning left he made his way up to he slight incline that would lead him to his destiny.
The path was surrounded on either sides by fir trees and sliver birches. As it was a NT site the paths had been worked on and managed. But the area still had the feel it had when he was a kid . Smiling as he watched the young families running around, playing at sword fighting and some playing hide and seek. It was if he was not there and the world moved on without realising what was about to happen.
He reached the clearing the sandstone rock was as he remembered the old mine gauged in to it the uneven surface and at the highest point a neatly cut square slab that fitted almost perfectly into a hole. It was known locally as Devils grave, no one really knew why it was there. It didn’t actually go anywhere if you followed the one of the mine gauges it would take you under the slab.
Sam walked over to Devils grave he stepped on to stone. Nothing happened, well what did he expect something mystical?
As he stood there he felt the wind change , taking in the view towards the Peak District it was an awesome sight. To his left was a tree beneath it a mad made concrete plinth that was to commemorate a local dignitary. A family was standing on it taking pictures of each other and selfies. Sam walked over to the tree and leaned against it, watching the world just carry on in front of him. The plinth was now clear, he walked on to the top of the plinth, his breath stilled as his feet both touched the concrete edifice. Nothing happened, he smiled and let out his breath. Thinking they lied it was a local legend why was I so nervous?
There was an audible crack and the plinth was empty the families on the Edge stopped what the were doing and looked puzzled at one another. They returned back to the games and the conversations as if nothing had happened.