That is where I parked my South Korean buddy yesterday. High above The Hope Valley and the little village of Shatton. He was fuming when I got back to him for there was no shade and it was the hottest day of the year so far.
"Jesus God! You have been away two and a half hours," he said. "I thought my petrol tank was going to explode in this heat!"
"Chill out mate!" I replied, pulling a deckchair out of the boot (American: trunk). I drank cold water and read my book for an hour before driving Clint home. Nobody else passed by.
|View to Win Hill from Shatton Lane|
My walk had been circular and the landscape was very familiar. What is the opposite of virgin territory I wonder?
If you searched this blog you would certainly find previous references to Offerton Hall, Highlow Hall, Abney and Shatton Moor for I have walked there before. For the fashionistas out there, my walking outfit was similar to last week's but this time my shorts were khaki and my T-shirt was from Panama City Beach, Florida (2010). Is it really ten years since our daughter Frances was there for Spring Break?
The walk was quite lovely - and not so long - around five miles. Near Abney the sheep and fattening lambs were seeking shelter from the sunshine. Mothers panted in the lee of walls and under the few shady trees large segments of flocks clustered together. It will be the same for the next few days. No sign of rain. I am glad I am not a sheep.
|A shy lamb at Abney|