In a state of turmoil over The Real Yorkshire Pudding advertising campaign, I decided to walk away my confusion these last two days. Co-incidentally, the weather was quite lovely for October. On Wednesday, I parked up in the delightful Peak District village of Biggin for a four hour hike and on Thursday I parked on Station Road in the north Derbyshire township of Eckington for another four hour march down towards Staveley along a disused railway track and then through a plantation of willows to Foxstone Dam and back to Eckington.
Surprisingly, the River Rother had overlapped its banks south of Renishaw and I had to wade through a water meadow before reaching dry pathway again close to the curiously named Slittingmill Farm, Once back in Eckington, I visited TJ's sandwich bar where I enjoyed a mug of tea and a tuna mayo roll while reading "The Daily Mirror" and these awful revelations about Jimmy Savile which convince me he can't possibly have been a full blood Yorkshireman because we abhor any form of sexual abuse and where children are concerned we form baying lynch mobs. What will his house plaques say now? "Here lived Jimmy Savile - TV personality, charity fundraiser, pervert and abuser of underage girls... oh, and his mother was Irish".
So, anyway, here are three choice photos from Wednesday's walk out of Biggin:-
|St Thomas's Church in Biggin|
|Gratton Dale with evidence of lead mine workings|
|Rain cloud over Hartington Nether Quarter|
And here are three from Thursday's walk out of Eckington:-
|At Foxstone Dam|
|French's Ironmonger's in Eckington|