|A view of Peveril Castle, Castleton|
There was grumbling outside our house. It was Clint. He was not in the least bit happy that his driver of the day was to be the mistress of the house and not the master.
Shirley was on her way to Rotherham to attend a diabetes day conference for practice nurses. It is an area she specialises in. Her own little car is having a couple of mechanical problems so I suggested that she should take Clint instead.
With no vehicle at his disposal, your devoted correspondent was obliged to travel into Derbyshire by public transport in the form of the number 272 bus. The morning bus was timetabled to arrive at our nearest stop at 10.01am but in the event it arrived at 10.14am with no hint of an apology or explanation from the driver. His various tattoos and neanderthal brow indicated that any complaints might be best left unsaid. Discretion being the better part of valour and all that.
After my three hour walk in the vicinity of Castleton I headed to the little town's main bus stop to catch the 15.00 bus homewards. I was there in plenty of time but it never appeared so I had to wait until 16.00. Needless to say a fiery e-mail of complaint has already been fired off to the offending bus company which in this instance was "First". I will be surprised if any apology or explanation comes back to me but you never know. Stranger things have happened.
|A view of Mam Tor|
The walk was invigorating with passages of September sunshine between the clouds. There was a certain chill in the air but being a rough, tough Yorkshireman I wore a thin London Olympics T-shirt and resisted any temptation to don the "Craghoppers" fleece that was in my "Converse" rucksack. It's all about the brand names you know.
In the bracken near the road that collapsed under Mam Tor - the shivering mountain - I met a pair of American tourists. We talked for five minutes. They were a married couple from Nebraska and they seemed very nice. Neither of them used annoying American words like "sidewalk" or "faucet" during our brief exchange. I said, "Nice to meet you and I hope you enjoy the rest of your day!" I have a soft spot for Americans having had some wonderful times in their star spangled country.
Now that it is dark, I hope that they are not still wandering around in the bracken.
|Blue John shop in Castleton|
|Blue john mine and show cave|
|Riding on a double decker bus through Bradwell|