|Stubborn cloud sitting in The Derwent Valley|
A poem? A recipe for Queen of Puddings? Recollections of childhood or the blackboard jungle? Reflections upon Syria, Putin or the killing of insects? The sacking of the temporary manager at "The Banner Cross Hotel" and what the future holds for my local pub? There's a lot to say.
But indolence has got the better of me this morning so instead of digging into my brain for sentences and thoughts, pontificating about politics, justice or the plight of mankind, I shall instead simply accompany this pointless blogpost with five pictures from my birthday morning walk. After all, Thursday's child has far to go. Up to the bathroom for a shower would be a good start but maybe another mug of tea first...
|In Smeltingmill Wood|
|Ruined farm to the east of Tinkersley|
|On the path back to Beeley|