From Thurlstone to Ingbirchworth, thence to Royd Moor and down to Hazelhead Hall. Along the Transpennine Trail that once carried steam engines over to The Dark Side (Lancashire), passing the site of what was once Bullhouse Colliery and then back to Thurlstone. After four and a half hours of hot plodding, I thought I might treat myself to a pint of bitter shandy but "The Crystal Palace" was closed. It had been another lovely country work in this loveliest of all English Julys. I headed back to Sheffield for that belated pint in "The Greystones".
Thanks to all visitors for their thoughtful reflections on feeling blue. In England when somebody says - "How are you?" or "How's it going?" we tend to say "Fine thanks" even if we are wallowing in sorrow and hurting badly inside. Chin up. Keep calm and carry on and all that. It has never been culturally acceptable to admit you are feeling a bit miserable. Mostly people just don't want to know. Field Marshal Gowans's suggestion that I should write a 1200 essay on whether or not Margaret Thatcher should be beatified is less attractive than peeling a bucket full of spuds behind the NAAFI but I appreciate the suggestion all the same. And Aussie Helen's reminder that teaching was filled to the brim with social interaction seemed most insightful to me.
Walking gallery from yesterday:-
|"The Thimble" cottage in Thurlstone|
|Landscape west of Scout Dike Reservoir|
|From Ingbirchworth to Fall Edge Farm|
|Wind turbines and sheep on Royd Moor|
|View from the Transpennine Trail to St Saviour's |
Methodist Church in Thurlstone
The blueness hasn't gone but it's like the summer sky - light blue now.