Country diary: Waves of white flowers force me to pull off the road | Ed Douglas

Stoney Middleton, Derbyshire: This place bears the scars of being quarried and blasted, but today the rock cress is lighting up the daleOpinion on Stoney Middleton is divided. Henry Salt, an animal rights campaigner and friend of Gandhi, relied on the village for his wildflower fix when he lived near Chesterfield. He regularly walked seven miles across the moors to get to Stoney's dramatic gorge, the nearest limestone within his reach. But it was not, he decided, "one of the pleasantest of Peakland villages". Though "naturally beautiful", he wrote, it was also "sadly deformed".Knowing something of its rich human history - the highwaymen, thwarted lovers, crystal meth cooks and Hollywood stars - I reckon the village can look after itself. Approaching Middleton Dale, on the other hand, a little to the west, I could appreciate Salt's perspective. Centuries of quarrying tore chunks from this valley, and blasting out a turnpike in the early 19th century bequeathed the village a busy main road that must annoy those living near it. (In better news, the turnpike's tollbooth, now a listed building, has been a notable fish and chip shop for the best part of a hundred years.) Continue reading...