20 February 2014

Retribution

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.
Not far from those promising snowdrops I looked across a sheep pasture towards Sheffield. There was just the ghost of a rainbow. Can you see it?
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:-
And when Judas returned from his sojourn in the wilderness, The Lord said that he mayest drink from the leaves of the tea plant and eateth the remaining custard tart. And Judas did as The Lord commandeth and pledged that he would no longer partake of the forbidden gruel that is idleness...until tomorrow.

7 comments:

  1. Snowdrops: "Spring is sprung" Ma Bunny said "Let us all get out of bed."

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    1. And if we have snowdrops that means you must be feeling the first bitter winds of winter. I guess it's almost time to return to Eagleton.

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  2. I can certainly feel spring in my veins. Yesterday on my way home from work, I got off the train one stop before my actual stop and walked the 5 km between that small town and my town, the setting sun at my left, birdsong from the tree tops, snowdrops and crocus in the gardens. It was the first time this year I went for this particular walk, it is simply too dark by the time I leave the office during winter.

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    1. Arian - instead of walking you should have skipped and sung "tra-lee-tra-lah" as you made your way home.

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    2. Skipping and singing is for those days when it is warm enough to be without padded coat, scarf, gloves and boots. I am not at my most gracious with so many clothes on.

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  3. Another excellent walk and one that brought back memories. Fifty years ago my grandmother lived opposite High Storrs. I don't think I've seen it since.

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    1. I'm pleased to have sparked a few memories with that photo Adrian.

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