tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post688150543326954355..comments2024-03-28T14:01:51.325+00:00Comments on Yorkshire Pudding: KinderYorkshire Puddinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-70032788335078428832019-04-17T20:40:53.800+01:002019-04-17T20:40:53.800+01:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Tasker Dunhamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17634612033217902946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-17931458719133973172012-09-11T13:01:50.261+01:002012-09-11T13:01:50.261+01:00ARCTIC FOX Yes. That happens on Kinder Scout too. ...ARCTIC FOX Yes. That happens on Kinder Scout too. They're doing all they can to prevent erosion and denudation of the peat blanket. I think the helicopter belongs to King Canute Enterprises!Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-31868127922289844032012-09-11T10:48:42.927+01:002012-09-11T10:48:42.927+01:00it wasn't one of my "new balance" tr...it wasn't one of my "new balance" trainers I can assure you, they're both here beside me on the floor..... the trainers are on the floor and I'm not.<br /><br />We have helicopters flying over our local moorland like that but they're not delivering gravel, they're "heather bombing" which involves the dropping of copious amounts of heather cuttings onto the moorland in the hope that it seeds and grows and provides necessary ground protection to hold everything together in order to stop the increasing levels of erosion!! FACT!ArcticFoxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07406779213296821110noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-25453280890129847332012-09-11T10:01:10.661+01:002012-09-11T10:01:10.661+01:00KATHERINE In the middle of the bog I saw a single ...KATHERINE In the middle of the bog I saw a single "New Balance" trainer on a peaty hillock. I guess if I had photographed that it might have given a better sense of scale. See Brian's comment. Did a sheep try to get in your tent at Mallaig? It could have been Brian...Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-9838934163325784122012-09-10T22:41:47.976+01:002012-09-10T22:41:47.976+01:00It was hard to gauge the scale of the first image,...It was hard to gauge the scale of the first image, but I think I've worked it out from the others. What odd places peaty landscapes are! I could never get used to wetness on the TOPS of hills, despite one memorable night camping on a wet boggy hill above Mallaig. <br /><br />The last pic is absolutely amazing.Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12453125929159161583noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-5488714295024690322012-09-10T18:41:59.666+01:002012-09-10T18:41:59.666+01:00HIPPO It is astonishing that bits of real wilderne...HIPPO It is astonishing that bits of real wilderness lie so close to both Manchester and Sheffield but we never see any wild warthogs or even hippos wallowing in the mountain streams.<br />RHYMES WITH... Your accusation is so hurtful that I have contacted my solicitor - a large black gentleman called Rufus who represents Yorkshire in caber tossing events at Highland games meets in Scotland. Co-incidentally, he will be holidaying in Georgia USA this autumn and you can expect a late night house call. Blogland was not mythical nor was it a figment of my imagination - see the pictures that accompanied my various accounts! The camera never lies.<br />SHOOTING PARROTS Thank you for the extra linguistic research. Your theory seems most plausible.<br />BRIAN The sheep were probably aroused by your testosterone scent.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-62381015310661453042012-09-10T15:43:29.495+01:002012-09-10T15:43:29.495+01:00Seeing as you often get non-Yorkshire folk (poor s...Seeing as you often get non-Yorkshire folk (poor sods) visiting the blog, maybe we should point out that "kinder" is pronounced with an "i" as in cinder, and not an "i" as in "more kind/friendly", if I make myself clear! <br />I once went on a camping week at Edale with school friends which lasted one night, due to the foot of snow outside the tent, sheep trying to enter, and a failure to get served at the local pub.Brianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06613762050863476962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-38313538919438040112012-09-10T13:43:00.479+01:002012-09-10T13:43:00.479+01:00I must say you're a more energetic photographe...I must say you're a more energetic photographer than I am. My legs were aching after just climbing the bell tower at Mottram this weekend!<br /><br />You set me thinking about the origin of the name as Kinder is a surname you come across now and then in these parts. According to Wikipedia it comes from the Norse kindeskaut meaning 'water over the edge' which is presumably the waterfall.Shooting Parrotshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07503757845024102476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-43653893145412357062012-09-10T13:33:17.034+01:002012-09-10T13:33:17.034+01:00This comment has been removed by the author.rhymeswithplaguehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10870439618129001633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-37202955384391993392012-09-10T13:32:43.593+01:002012-09-10T13:32:43.593+01:00I have decided to read your hiking posts as fictio...I have decided to read your hiking posts as fiction -- short stories you have invented out of whole cloth and put with photographs you found in <i>National Geographic</i> to entertain your readers. No one, not even in England, hikes that much and no trace of any Industrial Revolution having occurred is ever seen in any of your adventures.<br /><br />They are, like the mythical island of Blogland, a figment of your overwrought imagination. <br /><br />Now that I've uncovered your dirty little secret, I seriously doubt that you have ever been to Thailand, Singapore, Chile, Easter Island, or Polynesia.<br /><br />You sly armchair traveler, you.<br /><br />Had you going there for a minute, didn't I?rhymeswithplaguehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10870439618129001633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-36084626199531568432012-09-10T13:21:22.874+01:002012-09-10T13:21:22.874+01:00It is hard to imagine someone dying in the wilds o...It is hard to imagine someone dying in the wilds on such a small and over populated island but that place must be murder to a lost traveller in winter!Hippohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09468795398813061897noreply@blogger.com