Ashopton is less a village than a name on a map now — the kind of place you drive past a sign for on the way to somewhere else in the Peak District, the water having taken the buildings decades ago when the Ladybower reservoir was filled. What's left is landscape rather than settlement: moorland, plantation, the long curve of the reservoir road, and the odd walker pulled over in a layby to take a photograph. That absence matters more than any statistic here, and honestly there isn't a data profile to speak of — no population figures, no house prices, no school or crime data, nothing you could weigh against High Peak or the East Midlands as a whole. That in itself tells you something: this isn't an oversight, it's because there's no resident community left to measure. You won't find a high street, a rail station, or a catchment school, because there's no one living here to need them. So the honest answer to "could I live here" is that you can't, in any conventional sense — there's no housing stock, no tenure to buy into, no commute to plan around. What you can do is visit it, often, if you like reservoirs, dark skies, and hills that don't come with a postcode's worth of traffic. If you're weighing a move to this part of the Peak District, the real decision is about a neighbouring town or village with an actual centre — Bamford, Hathersage, or similar — where the practicalities of daily life still exist. Ashopton itself is the view from their window, not a place to unpack boxes.