Tuesday's walk took in several small Derbyshire settlements - Wensley, Brightgate, Upper Town, Bonsall, Snitterton and Oker. On the eastern edge of the Peak District, close to Matlock, it was an area that had never before felt the reverberations of my plodding seven league boots.
As some visitors will recall, country walking enthuses me for several reasons. I enjoy studying maps and taking photographs, ancient history, Mother Nature, visiting places I have never been before and rambling provides healthy exercise for a sixty year old pork-pied fellow like me. I reckon that each mile I walk probably extends my life - all that cardio-vascular activity, the gasping breath, the sweat on the brow. It can't be bad. And the more I walk - usually midweek solitary affairs - the more I feel that I am engaging in a kind of natural self-healing therapy. There's something vaguely spiritual about it all.
A selection of Tuesday's pictures:-
|Some guys rave about Formula One, scotch eggs, ice cream machines, new bands... but|
I get excited aboutDerbyshire's many isolated stone barns and cowsheds - like this
one that I spotted after trudging up Masson Hill
|The village of Bonsall grew because of lead mining and the knitting industry|
|A modern replica of "T'owd Man o' Bonsall" - the oldest |
known stone carving of a Derbyshire lead miner.
|A former shop window in Bonsall with two odd and contradictory|
written signs and a saucy manikin too. If you look closely at my second
picture youcan see this window from afar - overlooking the
medieval village cross
|The village of Oker viewed from Salters Lane|
|Copse on the ridge by Tearsall Farm as November |
sunlight bows out too early