I am aware that most members of the YPFC visit this blog mainly to view photos from my various country and foreign rambles. However, because of my ongoing knee pain I have been unable to explore places recently and therefore it has been very difficult to post new pictures. For this I apologise from the depths of my soul. Fearing that I might lose the devotion of the YPFC, I decided to fight this excruciating pain - pain that would surely have hospitalised lesser men - in order to bring you the following photographs.
The first two involved a drive to Harthill which is Yorkshire's most southerly village. It is a great village with everything - just like Hathersage - but much less visited. It has a school, a village shop, a fish and chip shop, a sports ground, an old church, two pubs, many splendid houses and plenty of history and it is just far enough away from the nearby M1 motorway to be quiet.
And I took the following two pictures today in the Vale of Edale. Dad's Taxi had just transported our Ian to Ollerbrook Farm where he was meeting up with old friends to mark somebody's thirtieth birthday. They are staying out there the whole weekend. I stopped on the railway bridge and howling involuntarily as the housemaid's knee wrought its vengeance upon me I staggered between the stone parapets to bring these photographs to the recently undernourished YPFC:-
The last picky is perfect. Hatrhill is a misspelling of Arsh....It.s only an hour ago that I promised to be good. A lovely place if you say so.ReplyDelete
The last one gets my vote too.Delete
Adrian - There are medieval stocks in Harthill. Why not stop there a while and volunteer to try them out? And Helen if you are back in The Motherland why not pick up a handful of rotten fruit to hurl at the aforesaid gentleman?Delete
We need you to fit and able, Yorky...to give us photos like these...we really, really do need you!ReplyDelete
Harthill looks like it's a very pretty village.
Take care. :)
Lee - A Yorkie is a chocolate bar! I hope you are not planning to unwrap me and break off a chunk or two! Harthill is a nice village with a nice name too - Harthill - where the heart is.Delete
You do what you do and I do what I do. No matter what, Mr. Pudding. You keep traveling despite the pain in your poor knee and I keep on working in the woods despite being in the hospital this week. Cause I fainted and fell in the kitchen and made a mess of my eye and face. In that wonderful place where all the great people look and probe and stick and do all sorts of things to you, mind you, all they found was a lack of oxygen (really, really?!? You live at 8300 feet ASL and see what your levels are!!!) and some dehydration. But, the kicker is that I kept hearing this and such. "When you are older, you must....now that you are of a certain age, we would like you to..... you should realize that you are not getting any younger......" Blah, blah, blah.ReplyDelete
So I say to you, my friend, Mr. Pudding, get a big shot of cortisone in that gimpy knee and keep on trucking!
p.s. We loaded up the truck with tree limbs and took it to the dump today. My life as I know it and love it will not be over till it is over! (But do I ever have a "shiner"!!)
Oh dear Mama Thyme. Sorry to hear your news and I think it is so noble that you have invented this scenario as cover for the wife beating you have endured at the hands of The Beast you have so often sought to tame. Shiner? I'll give the blighter a shiner if I see him strolling down my street!Delete
Martyr or drama queen :) ~ you have thousands of photos you could have called on as reserve to satisfy the dissatisfied. And then there is your wonderful poetry. And if all else fails you could always write a mockublog about all the dissatisfied.ReplyDelete
Mockublog? I thought that was swearing! Carol. How do I write a "mockublog"? Is it something like a "****Ublog"?Delete
Carol, be very careful in formulating your answer to YP's question. Under no circumstances should you pursue what a "****Ublog" is.Delete
I can only second Lee here. With one difference: I wouldn't call you "Yorky", Sir. I have too much respect for you, especially now that you have become a Martyr.ReplyDelete
Was looking forward to a walk today myself, but it looks as if the flood gates in the sky will be open 24/7, unlike yesterday when it was gorgeous but I had other things to do and didn't go walking.
As you probably know, here in England a "Yorkie" is a chocolate bar and I am certainly not one of those - nor am I a small yapping dog in a tartan dog coat. Your respect is much appreciated milady.Delete
It's good to see that trains are still caring freight down in Englandshire. Keep up the good martyrdom.ReplyDelete
Yes Graham - in spite of what Alex the Salmon might say - England is not an economic desert.Delete
Good God, YP, get a grip and rest your knee (raised on a stool) as much as possible and stop torturing yourself. You will not get cortisone injections from your GP - he/she will only tell you to rest it, unless it is hanging off, in which case you will be referred to hospital for x-rays etc. God help us if you get "man flu".ReplyDelete
Have you always been so compassionate Mollykins? Good heavens, you'd be too holy and kind to join a nunnery though I am sure you'd look gorgeous in a wimple!Delete
Sorry YP! I just have no patience with people complaining about their ailments and not helping themselves. I'd have made a terrible nurse.Delete
The pictures are outstanding as usual, but my question is this: What is the YPFC exactly? The best I can come up with is the Yorkshire Pudding Followers Club. Am I right? Anxiously awaiting your response.ReplyDelete