Not a Bolton Wanderer or a Wolverhampton Wanderer but a Peak District wanderer. Thursday was the best day of the week. Over to Edale once again for another superb ramble amidst those gorgeous hills and below I have selected five of the photographs I took that day to share with you. Why not click on them to enlarge:-
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| A view of the village of Edale in The Vale of Edale. You can see that the trees are putting on their autumnal costumes. The church tower is to the left of the scene and the little village school is just to the left of the mid-point. |
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| This handsome ram gave me the evil eye in the pastures to the west of the hamlet of Nether Booth. "What you lookin' at Pudding?" The dark circles under his eyes suggest he had been out on the lash the night before. |
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| I took half a dozen photos of this group of sheep near Nether Booth but this was the best one. They seemed to form themselves into the kind of tableau I was hoping for - with sunshine coming over the Great Ridge that separates the Vale of Edale from The Hope Valley. |
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| I love to see timeless rocks like this one on the edge of the Kinder Plateau - overlooking the Vale of Edale. See how rain, wind and harsh winters have shaped it over several millennia. Surely no human sculptor could achieve such an artefact or place it in a finer gallery than the one that Nature has provided. |
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| Autumn colours in the valley of Grindsbrook Clough. The skyline marks the southern edge of the wild Kinder Plateau from which just last week fourteen visitors had to be rescued by the Edale Mountain Rescue team. They had been making a film and had become disoriented. Having walked across that hostile landscape myself, I know how easy it would be to get lost up there, stumbling across the "haggs" and "groughs" of that unforgiving peaty landscape. |
The new camera is doing an excellent job. A wonderful area.
ReplyDeleteComing from someone who really knows about photography, I am going to see that as a compliment.
DeleteYou are surrounded by such amazing countywide, YP.
ReplyDeleteShhh! Don't tell everyone! It's Sheffield's best kept secret!
DeleteIt's not all the camera, it's also the good man behind it. Who said Communists can't take a decent photo!
ReplyDeleteThat's like a red rag to a bull Mr Hippo or perhaps bull to a red lad! To the barricades comrades!
DeleteEdale - what memories. As, probably, 15-year-olds we tried camping out there one Easter. First night, cold and drizzling, and only one of us was able to get served in the pub, so we had our tepid packet soup and went to bed. Next morning, after a sleepless cold night, we were awoken early by a sheep trying to get into our tent. Looking outside, we could see why, with a decent covering of snow on the ground.
ReplyDeleteHalf an hour later, we were at the train station looking forward to a warm bath, a teddy bear and bedtime stories from mummy :)
We'd leave the adventures to Enid Blyton.
Nice story Brian. By the way, the "sheep" was probably a ram seeking out his next conquest. I prefer the ewes myself. You have just got to remember your wellies (for the hind legs).
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