I am thinking of changing my stage name from Yorkshire Pudding to Yorkshire Plodding. Last Thursday - the day I left my camera at Langley Mill Station - I walked for five and a half hours with just a ten minute break for the meagre lunch I had prepared. I must have walked more than twelve miles.
Naturally, I saw many things. You notice more when you are just plodding along. And what is more it was a beautiful day so everything around me was nicely illuminated. It certainly didn't feel like February. It felt like springtime had truly arrived - though it probably hasn't.
I was walking to the west of D.H.Lawrence country in the Derbyshire/Nottinghamshire borderlands. This was once a land of dirty coal mines, foundries, canals, railway tracks and pylons. A land of industrial endeavour, hard work and poverty layered upon an older landscape of farms and hedgerows and country lanes.
Consequently, the walk was very varied. As usual, I took many pictures but for some reason my picture of the day was the one shown at the top of this post - an old red container by The Erewash Canal. Emblazoned across it was the name "Lekkerland".
I wonder where Lekkerland is and if the people are happy there. Or perhaps that red container's compound is itself a tiny independent country removed from Brexit and street violence where the Lekkers live in peace and harmony, occasionally singing the Lekkerland national anthem...
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man