One Saturday evening in May, a young woman chose to celebrate her betrothal by taking eight of her friends from Stanton to dance in a clearing on the moor. A fiddler arrived and agreed to play for them. Their merrymaking continued after sunset and into the hours of darkness, and the nine ladies and the fiddler paid no heed when the church clock chimed midnight. But dancing on Sunday was a sin, so as the nine ladies danced around in a circle they were turned to stone, and there they stand today. Ninety feet away from the circle is another stone, which people call The Fiddler.
For more about this story (and other traditional Peak District folktales) see:
Mark P. Henderson, Folktales of the Peak District, Amberley Publishing, 2011.