No wonder we English talk about the weather a lot. We never know what we are going to get. This morning, as I sit here in my fluffy designer dressing gown it's grey and miserable outside. Raindrops on the windows and wind whistling down the chimney. But on Monday - oh Monday. How lovely was that? A clear cobalt blue sky and sharp sunshine that made the whole world vibrant and photogenic.
Yesterday's post concerning Wigber Low was but a glimpse of my circular ramble. I parked in Tissington near Tissington Hall and after a mosey around the old church I headed northwards along The Tissington Trail, a former railway track, for half a mile before striking out east to Wibben Hill. Then along the lane to Bradbourne Mill before ascending to Wigber Low. Onwards to Kniveton where I sat on a bench and guzzled my bottle of water with a fine lunch that consisted of a banana and a juicy apple.
|The ford crossing Bradbourne Brook|
Across slippery fields that had been decimated by horses' hooves to Rowfields Hall Farm where an entire flock of sheep came to greet me. On to Bank Top Farm where I chatted with a solitary farmer trimming hawthorn hedgerows. Then down into the valley and the curiously named village of Fenny Bentley. St Edmund's Church was open and there I snapped a picture of The Beresford Tomb. Two medieval figures carved in marble, but bizarrely covered entirely by their funeral shrouds. I have never seen a tomb like it before.
|Sheep attack at Rowfields Hall Farm|
|Bentley Brook Valley|
|The strange Beresford Tomb, Fenny Bentley|
Ever onwards. across more slippery fields. Gingerly, I edged down the grassy bank to Wash Brook but in spite of my caution I slipped over - as Mr J. Gray of Trelawnyd, Wales might say - "arse over tit". And now, as a result, my right hip remains sore. Damn! I must have walked a few hundred miles since I last fell down like that. Any fall can have activity changing consequences. That's why I tend to be very careful. Naturally, I got up with muddy trews and a few curses.
On to Thorpe and then along The Tissington Trail over the A515 trunk road and back to Tissington, reaching my car five hours after I had set off. How good it was to be alive, tramping over the surface of the earth on such a diamond day.
|Back in Tissington - St Mary's Church|