Actually I only spent a couple of hours in the Derbyshire town of Wirksworth last week, but I came back with enough photos to feed a blog for a week. So I’ll set the scene for the rest of the weeks posts.
Wirksworth is the 5th largest town in Derbyshire, that said it is a funky little place, that is literally riddled with it’s ancient history, with ginnels and passages linking the streets and alleys, time hasn’t passed it by, but nor has it defaced it, it has a lot of character . As you might be able to tell I have an affection for the place.
It clings to the steep hillsides in a higgleldy piggledy sort of way that would have a modern town planner crying over his keyboard,
it’s never been planned, it’s only ever evolved (which reminds me that Charles Darwin’s grandfather Erasmus Darwin and his mates used to hang out around here, regular readers might remember we’ve touched on my interest in the Lunar Society before.)
So more posts to follow, the church, the shops, people and places. Watch this space.