|Paul Evans in Memorial Park, Whaley Bridge|
This blog is partly a traditional diary - for my own reference as life moves along. There are a few things I need to catch up on or I will probably forget about them. Let's go back to last Thursday and the 10.20am train from Dore and Totley Station to Chinley which is on The Dark Side of the hills that split northern England in two. There be dragons!
At first, I was in a carriage with thirty or forty seven and eight year old children. Their teacher was taking them on the short ride to Grindleford which involves passing through The Totley Tunnel. Most of these mainly Asian children had probably never been on a train before and became both excited and agitated when we proceeded through the tunnel. Perhaps they thought there had been a sudden and total eclipse of The Sun! But they made it and left the carriage with their clipboards. The now much quieter train proceeded to Chinley.
|A view of Ollerenshaw Hall|
It was a delightful, sun-bathed day. From the station I walked to Lidgate and then up to the top of Eccles Pike before descending past Ollerenshaw Hall and Randal Carr Brook to Whaley Bridge. In The Memorial Park I met the park keeper, Paul Evans before ascending to Toddbrook Reservoir. He was one of those people who would win gold if talking were an Olympic event. Then onwards through the centre of Whaley Bridge to Bugsworth Canal Basin - another monument to the ingenuity and sheer graft of our Victorian forbears. And then a quick march back to Chinley via the course of the old tramway, in time to catch the 16:23 train home to Yorkshire.
It was another wonderful ramble in unfamiliar territory with so many splendid things to see, Blood coursed through my veins and I felt glad to be alive. Perhaps it is called The Chinley Effect. Some more pictures to share:-
|A view of Chinley|
|In Whaley Bridge|
|Redundant phone box on Bings Lane, Whaley Bridge|
|At Bugsworth Canal Basin|
|Cleaning "The Navigation Inn" sign in Buxworth|