Sunday afternoon up on Stanage Edge with Shirley and her sister Carolyn. There were rock climbers and ramblers and brave people riding the breeze upon their hang gliders. As I have said before in this blog, we are very fortunate to live so close to such countryside . I hope that doesn't sound too boastful
"O God, I could be bounded in a nut shell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams." - Hamlet Act II scene ii
2 November 2014
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More people up there than we have in the village!ReplyDelete
If you need any assistance with population increase I can help.Delete
Not boastful at all, just the truth!ReplyDelete
You have just been appointed Peak District Tourism Promoter - Queensland branch.Delete
That's an awesome ledge. I know the thrill of that terrain.ReplyDelete
When the Earth reveals its elemental bones.Delete
There's is nothing boastful about feeling that way at all, Yorky. :)ReplyDelete
Good - I don't want to be be seen as boastful.Delete
I meant to say, also...just around the corner from where I live here is where all the hang-gliders take off from...it's a very popular spot as they glide across and over the valleys below.Delete
You should give it a try Lee. One is never too old for new experiences.Delete
Great pictures of a great part of the countryside!ReplyDelete
Have you been up there Miss Arian?Delete
Not yet, no. But it looks like a place I'd really like to explore!Delete
Shirley's hang glider is the same colour as her jacket. Well coordinated!ReplyDelete
My hang glider's wings are flesh coloured.Delete
"As I have said before in this blog, we are very fortunate to live so close to such countryside . I hope that doesn't sound too boastful."ReplyDelete
Why should it sound boastful? You had nothing to do with it. What it sounds is happy.
So if I had a big house with a swimming pool and a zoo and I invited you over to check out my success, I would not be boasting because I didn't build the house, dig the pool or father the monkeys?Delete
You're comparing apples and oranges. If your "success" was due to money earned, money spent, education achieved, talent exhibited, etc., then YES, you would sound boastful based on your own accomplishments even though undoubtedly workmen would have performed the actual tasks. A rooster who thinks his own crowing brings on the sunrise -- now that's boasting. But "such countryside", however, is not based on your own achievements -- it was there long before you appeared on the scene, and you personally had nothing to do with how it looks.Delete
You are quite right, YP. It is a beautiful part of Britain.ReplyDelete
Shirley's sister was so surprised to find such loveliness ten minutes from our house.Delete
I've never been hang gliding but para gliding is one of the most wonderful things I have ever done.ReplyDelete