And lo The Lord spake and his voice was mighty and wrathful and he saw that Judas of Yorkshire, born of Satan's line, had succumbed to the sin of sloth and The Lord was most displeased. And in his eternal wisdom, The Lord commanded Judas to go out into the fields and to walk amongst the hills and to observe the beasts of the fields, the soaring birds of the skies and the plants that grow in great fecundity from the earth below our feet.
And Judas did therefore taketh his belongings, his boots and his camera and jumpeth into his car...
And I drove up to Ringinglow, donned my trusty boots and headed up the lane towards Clough Hollow. There I climbed over a stile and struck out towards Brown Edge. This is Brown Edge Farm:-
And here's an old sheep barn just west of Brown Edge Farm. It's not the first time I have captured it with a camera. Beyond it you can see Rud Hill. The undulations in the foreground relate to long defunct stone quarrying activity.
It wasn't the longest of walks. Just an hour long stroll. On Bassett Lane, I noticed snowdrops growing on the verge. In England they tell us that springtime is almost here and soon there will be daffodils and blossom and new spring lambs.
After half a mile I zoomed in on High Storrs School at Bents Green/ Ecclesall in Sheffield's prosperous south western suburbs. It's where both of our children went. There state education was not the council estate battleground that I alluded to in my last blogpost. Both Ian and Frances were very happy at High Storrs, made many friends and still look back upon their years there with enormous affection:-