Though it pains me to say this - thanks to two other middle-aged bloggers - both from the wrong side of the Pennines for directing me towards "Flikr" as a way of avoiding Google charges - now that my Picasa allowance has apparently been used up. The helpful lads from the rainy side are none other than Mr S. Parrots and Mr Steve of "Occupied Country" fame to whom I have already posted "Boneless Banquets for One" courtesy of KFC uk.
I tried to load the picture above directly from my "Pictures" folder but found the same irritating warning signal cropping up - I have used up my 1GB of storage. So, even though it was more long-winded, I managed to put the picture above into my Flikr album and then pasted its URL code into the HTML version of this page. A lot of messing about if you ask me but I got there - I hope.
The picture appeared in last night's edition of our local evening paper - "The Sheffield Star". I took it last Friday in the hamlet of Brookhouse which is just east of post-industrial Thurcroft. You see so many things when out walking that you just flash by and fail to notice when driving a car.
I cheated a little by lifting some of the ivy and tucking it behind the street sign. The postbox isn't even very old - it's embossed with "ER" - "Elizabeth Regina". Alien visitors to this blog - such as Americans, New Zealanders, Australians, Andorrans and Afghanis may not be aware that old cast iron postboxes in Great Britain have always been embossed with the initials of the ruling monarch. You still find many that have "VR" on them - "Victoria Regina".
Bib Lane is an odd name isn't it? I think that's what mainly caught my eye. It is possible that etymologically it owes its name to the clear limestone-sweetened brook that flows close by. The word "bib" which has been recorded in English since 1580, stems from an old verb - bibben "to drink" - but of course I am only surmising. There could be a different more localised explanation.