Sometimes I just have to get out for a country walk. Even if I am only planning a mile or two, it's often as if my body and mind combined crave some walking.
On Sunday evening, as the sun was descending to the western horizon I completed a nearby circuit that I worked out years ago and have plodded many times. I blogged about it here (2015) and here (just last month). I took yet another picture of "The Cricket Inn" at Totley Bents and here it is:-
The same urge to walk happened yesterday afternoon so Clint and I nipped out of the city - up to The Dale road south of Stanage Edge. Blustery but with sunshine flooding the landscape between scudding clouds, I walked a mile along the rocky escarpment before descending to the ocean of green bracken below. Then I headed back under the edge observing rock climbers negotiating various crags.
"Where the hell have you been?" said Clint when I got back to the parking strip alongside The Dale. All other vehicles had left but as I was taking off my boots a minibus pulled up in front of Clint and a dozen Chinese people of various ages clambered out.
Each one of them held a camera, i-phone or tablet and they all proceeded to snap pictures of their surroundings. What a mad world.
An attractive female member of the party asked me, "Wha-this-place-ca?"
I pointed at the nearby rocks, "That's Stanage Edge and over there that's the village of Hathersage."
"No. Hathersage," I repeated - this time more slowly.
Inside Clint, I pressed the "Home" button and came back to make a nice stir fry using leftover chicken from our Sunday dinner - with wholewheat noodles, chopped onion, sweet red pepper and a courgette that Frances and Stew grew down in London. It was a gift.