To Hollow Meadows where Def Leppard drummer Rick Allen lost his left arm in a road accident in 1984. Unlike, that famous drummer I wasn't speeding. I left Clint by Rod Side Road and soon set off on my planned circular walk.
Over Ughill Moor with its broken stone walls, sheep pastures and grouse butts. Down to Wet Shaw Lane and then across Hoar Stones Road. By now I was above Dale Dike Reservoir. A grouse shooting party were gathering by Thompson House on the opposite slope. Soon I was to hear the yelling of beaters and the blasting of shotguns as they flushed birds out of the woods. Laughably, they call this sport!
|Inside Boot's Folly|
Through Andrew Wood and up to Strines Reservoir and then up to Sugworth Hall, passing the scenic stone tower known as Boot's Folly. I have blogged about that before. Over Lodge Moor to Moscar Cross and then along the moorland track that finally took me back to Clint.
Three and a half hours of tramping in beautiful autumn weather. I gulped water from Clint's boot and sat reading my current book for half an hour before setting off back to Sheffield. And that's all folks. Short and sweet like my aorta.
|Thompson House - shooting party vehicles to the right|
An enjoyable tromp by the sounds and looks of it...and I'm glad that Clint got a bit of rest, too.ReplyDelete
He was chatting up a BMW when I got back to the layby. She was out of his league.Delete
What a perfect day!ReplyDelete
All I needed was a spiky Florida grandma with a picnic hamper and a blanket!Delete
LOVE the photo "Inside Boot's Folly"!ReplyDelete
That photo shows how bright the autumn light was.Delete
Thank you Victor.Delete
I went back to your previous post as I wasn't following you at that time.ReplyDelete
Following me? I hope you are not a stalker Red!Delete
That kind of hunting (flushing/shooting) seems to be well and alive in the U.S., particularly the south. Which is an ironic holdover from British ways. Not my idea of sport, least of all the celebratory self-congratulation afterward.ReplyDelete
Why, yes, I HAVE had my cranky pills today!!
Beautiful images, YP. And how I smiled at the Canadian's interpretation of "drinking from Clint's boot" because we call that part of the car a trunk.
The USA certainly have had a big impact on Canadian use of English!Delete
Love the pictures and that tower reminds me of the one that held Rapunzel!ReplyDelete
Bonnie! Bonnie! Let down your hair!Delete
I am so sorry that I couldn't travel with you today, brother. I was just so pooped from raking all those leaves in the garden. Beautiful autumn here also. Are you going to be able to see the Orionid meteor shower this weekend? Looks like that hill would be a good place to view the shooting stars!ReplyDelete
I waited for you by the tower like Heathcliff. "Cathy!" I shouted in my gruff voice, "Cathy! Where are ye lass?" I always seem to miss these celestial events and living in a city light pollution doe not help.Delete
How I would have enjoyed such a walk yesterday, or today, or tomorrow... However, we have cancelled our Yorkshire holiday (which was supposed to begin tomorrow), as our Dad is in hospital and we do not want to be so far away right now.ReplyDelete
Oh dear. I am sorry to hear that Meike. I hope that your father is okay and that his hospital stay is nice and short.Delete
Def Leppard's drummer lost an arm?! My god, I forgot that story completely. (I was never much of a fan.) That folly is pretty bizarre.ReplyDelete
I was reading in the RSPB magazine that grouse keepers sometimes illegally shoot or poison birds of prey because they attack and kill the grouse. Barbaric! So now any mention of grouse hunting makes me think of that horrible situation.
Sounds like you had a great walk!