|Tony heading towards "The Cock and Pullet" in Sheldon|
Mostly I walk alone. There's no chattering and no need to adjust to anyone else's pace. But today I walked with my good friend, Tony. I was the best man at his first wedding in 1988 and I am going to be the best man at his second wedding in January of next year. A gap of thirty two years.
We went out for a curry last night and afterwards had tickets for a comedy show at "The Lescar" public house. Shirley came too. We had some good belly laughs but also some misgivings. You have to be brave to do stand up comedy. You are very exposed when you are up there on that stage.
|St Michael and All Angels Church in Sheldon|
Today we drove out to the charming Peak District village of Sheldon before undertaking a varied six mile walk that took in The River Wye, Ashford Bobbin Mill, Deep Dale and the abandoned Magpie Mine that for four hundred years witnessed lead mining activity and the hard labour associated with that industry.
Back in Sheldon we tried to order sandwiches in "The Cock and Pullet" (genuine name!) but we had arrived five minutes after lunch ordering time finished. Consequently, we then drove on to "The Eyre Arms" at Calver where food is available all day.
Tony lives in Beverley in East Yorkshire - an hour and a half away from Sheffield by car. Soon after returning to Sheffield he had to head home. As always, it had been good to see him again. It's nice to have people in your life that you have known for many years and in whose company you feel eminently comfortable. People with whom you can really be yourself.
|Peacock butterflies by Wheal Lane|