|Gawthorpe Water Tower was constructed almost a hundred years ago.|
Yesterday, every square mile of England was bathed in beautiful June sunshine from dawn till dusk. The sky was blue. Unseen birds twittered in hedgerows.
In another life, my working life, I would have looked out from my classroom window wishing that I could be out in the sunshine following ancient paths to distant farms. Instead I was trapped with 4C or 2HS - making sense of written words, fighting against the odds. Teaching kids who lived in social housing and had narrow horizons was always challenging.
But yesterday I was free. Free to drive up to a village just south of Leeds - Gawthorpe. I parked Clint and put my boots on. Then, after guzzling a bottle of spring water I set off chomping an apple. I had six or seven miles to go in another big circle.
Who knew what I would see along the way? The pictures included with this post give you a little sense of how this ramble turned out. It was such a lovely afternoon.
|Old farm cottages in West Ardsley|
|Canine chums in Ardsley Reservoir|
|Trinity Church, Ossett|
|I liked the shadows below this signage|
|Elderberry blossom near Low Park Farm|
|Red Lodge Farm|
P.S. I forgot to mention this little incident from yesterday's walk. There's a rarely trodden grassy track that leads north to Ardsley Reservoir. As I proceeded along it, through the knee high grasses I noticed a human head bobbing several yards in front of me. A middle aged man was sitting in the grass, probably imagining that he would be undisturbed. Immediately, I suspected that he might be sunbathing in the nude or possibly exercising his wedding tackle. I coughed loudly to warn him I was arriving. Startled, he pulled a black T-shirt across his lap and as I passed by I greeted him though for obvious reasons I did not wish to stop for a friendly chat.
Ladies and indeed fellows from foreign climes should be advised that this kind of behaviour is uncharacteristic of Yorkshire gentlemen. Generally speaking, we do not lounge by public rights of way - stark naked playing with our penises. It's highly likely that that man was from Lancashire where I understand that such behaviour is fairly widespread.