Hollinsclough is one of the most northerly villages in Staffordshire. Until today I had not been there. But I had been to the top of the limestone peak beyond the village sign. It's called Chrome Hill and millions of years ago it was a coral reef in some primordial ocean.
It was nice to see that the village's Methodist chapel (built 1801) was open to visitors. I went inside where I stood in the pulpit and opened "The Bible" at Isaiah: "Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter!" My imaginary congregation quivered in their pews.
This is a barn door that caught my eye in Hollinsclough - mostly because of the way it was illuminated:-
And here's another view of Chrome Hill from, I think, the hamlet of Coatestown. I frequently think of our drystone walls as intricate works of art even thiugh they were made by practical men of the land to enclose fields and to keep animals in their place.
To bag one of today's less accessible "Geograph" squares I had to traipse across moorland for half a mile until I came to a tumbledown wall which I then followed north until I reached another wall that runs east. The land belongs to a mixed sheep and cattle farm called Badgers Croft with no public footpaths or roads running through it so I had pre-planned my foray to snap this picture amongst others:-
Back in Sheffield Shirley's Women's Institute were holding a plant sale to raise funds for Sheffield's main food bank. They managed to raise over £1000 partly because a day that had begun chilly and grey gradually became as lovely as the one that I experienced around Hollinsclough.