Uphilldowndale

Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

Modes Of Transport

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Transport

I oh so nearly, got a black cat sat in the foreground of this shot, but it legged it out of the frame. This village is in the White Peak area of Derbyshire, so called because of the underlying limestone, that is now quarried out into the buildings and drystone walls (I’m normally more of a gritstone sort of gal where the landscape has a darker hue)  it wasn’t the brightest of days when I passed by, but I shall call again when the light has a bit more oomph, it has all the sorts of things I like to snap

The Red Door

and the drystone walls are delicious.

White Peak walls

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Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

12 thoughts on “Modes Of Transport

  1. i love the horse looking at you!

  2. The last picture is wonderful. I like how the wall mimics the curvy hillscape behind it.

  3. The White Peak area is an amazing place. Last Saturday i cycled 116miles up into it, through it, round it and then out of it.
    The stone walls are like you say truly inspiring. You just do have to admire those wall builders. There is a Dry Stone wall centre near Middleton thats worth a visit.
    But it must be back breaking work.
    Ive often been going up a climb on the bike suffering with exhaustion and thought of how the wall builders must have suffered in all weathers. It gives good inspiration.

  4. Now I’m dying to know where you were! 🙂 The dry stone walls are fantastic, I’ve always loved them but growing up in Macclesfield I’ve always been surrounded by them. There is tremendous skill in building them too, my dad could do it but at the time I didn’t realise how clever he was!

  5. My first thought upon seeing your photo of the village was: “Oh! LOOK at that! Can I live there? Please?”

    I probably sound pretty silly, but those old stone houses and shops and the drystone walls and vast green hillsides speak of another time, even in 2009. They’re both soothing to the heart and beautiful to this American who, once she leaves her own small piece of countryside, sees nothing but endless, ugly strip malls, parking lots and highways. Everything here is temporary and not made to last. It does my soul good to know that there are places like your quiet English countryside, uhdd, and that you’re aware of how precious they are. Thank you.

  6. Those drystone walls are spectacular. I love that someone built them one stone at a time, snaking their way through the landscape. Wonderful photos!

  7. I love that door in the wall. Excellent.

  8. I love stone wall cottages. Every time we visit the in laws in Harrogate, I see plenty I’d like to live in. I too think drystone walls are amazing.

  9. Thank you for the links!

  10. I love it up there. I haven’t been for years though.

    Drystone walling is interesting too, in as much that different areas with different materials have different techniques and styles. And Stiles!

    Where I’m from, the stones tend to be irregular and vary in size from massive to almost fist sized.

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