This time last year we were holed up in Wasdale, I’ve been hankering after the place, although there is nowt wrong with here you understand, it’s just I’d like the freedom from ‘stuff’ that comes with going away for a few days, at home you can never quite escape the chores, the niggling phone calls and the omnipresence of unfinished tasks.
We’ve been out walking today, under leaden skies,
it blew away the cobwebs and I found a very nice gate post for my collection
This hillside was once a busy place, a large quarry, but now a stile on a footpath will suffice and the gate post has simply been walled in. (Although it must have been turned through 90 degrees at some point, do you think?)
I’ll get up there again sometime when the weather is a bit brighter, there are lots of photogenic lumps of rock and the remains of buildings that tell the industrial archaeology of the quarry.
The bracken is looking bonnie
And the colours would sing with a dash of sun on them.
Another day; Spud wont object he had a ball.
When I find something’s walled in I wonder who did it and why and whether there’s a sinister angle there somewhere–but that’s just me.
The bracken is gorgeous and I’m deeply envious of the way that last image captures the steepness of the hill and the cheerfulness of the car. Oh, dear, I hope it’s a cheerful car and not the sinister car of the chop-’em-up-and-wall-’em-up axe murderer.
Nice work, as always. Er, yours, I mean.
Apart from the last one they all have such a timeless quality! xx
The stone walls and features of the Peak District are I think one of the wonders of the world. Uphill a lovely feature indeed
Beautiful photographs, the Peak District is such a wonderful place, I’m really glad I live in this part of England, there’s beauty here at every season of the year.