Friday, September 30, 2011

Day 5 in the peaks

This is the ‘wooden pole’ on the  Longshaw estate. You can see how impressed Boots was:


We had a wonderful walk through the ancient land past gorgeous trees and roots. The light was spectacular and the views stunning. It was incredible, almost unreal.



Then we took a stroll along Padley Gorge another area that just feels like walking through an animated film set – extraordinary light, colours and scenery.



Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Pictures of the day

The leaves are turning, the light is gorgeous and the mist is rising. Reflections.

The willow tree has been topped


Stocked up with wood (different tree)


bathed in sunlight


gateways of mist





back at the wide



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Maffi and Elfansavedi

Maffi wrote a blog entry the other day that I just loved. You can read it here.  He was writing about BW installing some safety rails at the weir but having left the flower pot there


I just love the idea that to install the rails they would have had to climb over the fence, around the pot and then install the rails. I wonder whether the installation risk was greater than the usage without the rails risk.


Monday, September 26, 2011


I was looking for a photograph in my rather large photograph files and came across the ones of Boots when he was brand new to the boat, and a couple a few months in. They are on here somewhere, but here they are again:






Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Chatsworth Estate

Boots and I decided to visit Chatsworth today. We were going to look around the gardens but after a walk around the park which turned into a much steeper longer walk than we intended we didn’t. The park was well worth the trip though.

I paused at the bench with the apple


and looked across to Edensor church


which had some sheep in the church yard  - you can see exactly what the one in the foreground thought of Boots.


We walked through the village:DSC00437

.. and up into the fields.


past some deer


A pheasant hanging around in the fields from Calton Houses


and a spring just before Calton Lees


The old Mill

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Along  (and in) the river


And then a fly fisherman


The scenery was lovely but by the time we were heading back to the car I was practically on my hands and knees gasping for breath.  I had intended to look around Chatsworth Gardens but I am going to save that for another day.  Whilst back at Chatsworth I looked up into the hills and noticed:


Lyme Park

We drove over to Lyme Park (National Trust site here) today to look at, er, the Park.  We had a lovely walk up to the cage which is, on a clear day, meant to sport views as far as Liverpool Cathedral.  We went on a very misty day. It was so misty we could barely see the cage until we were upon it


and the deer took me by surprise as they suddenly appeared


Boots thought it was fascinating.

A view you say?


Nothing there:


Or there


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Nope, even if I stare hard there is nothing there DSC00403

Yep, just as much as when my eyes are shut DSC00404 

Your view is definitely better than mine – here is an ear twiddle to cheer you up


Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Day 2

Yesterday we took a walk along the stanedge edgeDSC00350 DSC00360DSC00356

I spent many a time there in the past and as I climbed up onto the top the wind began to pick up and the blustering did wonders for my hair. We clambered along the top enjoying the views over the edge on one side and the stretching moors on the other. The scenery is dramatic. Boots’ ears were amazing.

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We had a wonderful walk. Every now and again a climber would appear over the edge


Afterwards we stopped in Hathersage for socks, found the most amazing coffee and took a look around the church there. The vicarage looked rather striking and when in the church I noticed it has connections with the Eyre’s. I didn’t realise. Little John is buried in the church yard as well:


In the blurb it says that little John died in a small cottage near the church which was pulled down in the 19th Century. It goes on to say

“What is certain is that a very tall man is buried here, for the grave was opened in 1782 and the skeleton of a man about 7 feet tall was discovered. “

Afterwards we took a drive along a favourite road of mine around the back of Mam Tor towards Edale. It was rather scary and Boots woke up, looked up, looked a bit shocked and farted his way down; I was regretting driving past the dog manicure place several miles back. I thought about going in to get Boots’ nails done but he looked so fast asleep and sweet in the back it seemed a shame to wake him.

Amongst all this I found the cave I was looking for. Wonderful.