The Game We Named ‘Peg Powler'.
Hidden high on the Derbyshire heather moorlands is a tiny, steep-sided grassy valley with a pretty little babbling brook. I spent many summer Sunday afternoons there as a young child picnicking with my parents, and relatives. My cousins and I would roll down the grassy banks, play ‘Tag’ and build dams. But the best
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