Oh dear. There's a whole bunch of things I could blog about. Which one should I pick?
It's not always that way. Sometimes I suffer from blogstipation and need to eat fibre-rich breakfast cereals to unclog the blockage. But not today. Today there are ideas aplenty. In fact, the symptoms suggest that I may have bloghorrea.
(Five minute pause)
I wrote all my blogging ideas on little slips of paper and put them in a beer tankard. They were shaken up and I closed my eyes before picking the winner.
The slip said, "YESTERDAY'S WALK".
"Oh not another bloody walk!" mutters Helen in Brisbane.
"So tedious!" exclaims Graham on The Isle of Lewis.
Well I'm sorry, okay? That's what the raffle slip said and I am now obliged to reveal some pictures from the walk I undertook yesterday with Madam Plodding who wanted to spend some time in the gorgeous and very unusual February sunshine.
We drove to the village of Hope and parked on Edale Road near the village school before setting off towards Lose Hill. I didn't even bother with a jacket and Shirley removed her woolly jumper.
I had put a brand new ten pound note in my right trouser pocket but by the time we reached Castleton it had mysteriously disappeared so we had no money to buy drinks and sandwiches. The Bank of England's new banknotes are very slippery things but I should have stuck that tenner in my shirt pocket or in my camera case. What a dumb guy I am!
Still, we enjoyed the walk. The sky was blue. The grass was green and my happiness was bolstered by the fact that Hull City beat Millwall on Tuesday night with goals from Jarrod Bowen and Marc Pugh.
And now, six pictures from that delightful country walk:-
|Tree in The Hope Valley with the cement works beyond|
|Lose Hill ahead|
|Peveril Castle looming above Castleton|