I was there earlier today. Taking a long hike in the lovely June weather. No need for a jacket. My FDNY T shirt would suffice. I parked Clint near the church in Mottram-in-Longdendale, smeared any exposed skin with sun cream and then set off.
After eight miles I felt weary in the sunshine. Mottram church was just ahead. I would go over a stile and descend into a wooded valley where a stream ran. Up the other side and then through the cemetery to the old church.
But just one problem. Cattle! They were milling around near the stile . A motley crew of around thirty - including a few calves. They had broad bottoms. There was no way that I was going to panic them. They seemed very interested in me - as if I was a pop star getting off an aeroplane. A diversion was in order.
I changed my footwear and put my hairy broad bottom into Clint's cockpit, ready for the hour long drive back to Sheffield via Glossop and The Snake Pass. Yet another "Grand Day Out". I could say more, much more, but on this occasion I won't.