Very soon we reached Gauledge Farm where I had to rub my eyes. Imagine my surprise! My Beau and Peep were taking a farm holiday without our knowledge!
Then we carried on our ramble. At Fawside, we held a gate open for a farmer who was leading a herd of milking cows to fresh pasture. We passed the time of day as a miniature traffic jam formed and the cows ambled into their field in bovine slow motion.
Normally I walk alone, at my own pace, stopping whenever I want to do - usually to take pictures. When walking with somebody else it's a bit different. You have to be aware of their natural pace and be conscious of possible irritation that stops and diversions might cause. A couple of times, Tony's map reading skills seemed somewhat insecure. Once he wandered off across a meadow in a north easterly direction when the "path" went to the south east. I found myself standing by the next stile beckoning for him to join me. But this was partly forgivable because the "path" in question was surprisingly untrodden and the lush spring sward had hidden any evidence of it.
Onwards to Bridge End and then along to Ludburn Farm. Back over The River Manifold and northwards past Lower and Over Boothlow towards Longnor and a very late but well-earned lunch in "Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese". In a field east of The Manifold I eyeballed a group of men I recognised from "The Hammer and Pincers" in Sheffield - twenty miles away. They form an opposing quiz team and usually do quite well. I gave them a Yorkshire greeting which is like a grunt - "Oreight?"
|Come back Tony!|
|In the Manifold Valley|
|Guard dog in Longnor - but it didn't bark!|