In the current economic climate a property sale is good enough reason to hang the bunting out, the real reason was the Bollington Festival. The view, a terraced street in Bollington.
I’ve got so out of sync with my blog posting, I’ve been a bit distracted, here’s a quick fire post of the streets of the Village of Bollington in Cheshire, it might make more sense if you start here.
Like Wirksworth, it’s easy to get roof top views of Bolllington, because of the steep sided valley it sits in.
Spick and span back yards.
The river Bollin, that snakes through the town,
The flowers by the recreation ground.
*That music is as much part of my childhood as meat and potato pie, with a suet crust, although I don’t think we watched the programme much, it was just there, a reflection of what life was like when we only two or three TV channels to choose from.