Uphilldowndale

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

Vote For Me!

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Some one has kindly nominated me for a blog award, sponsored by Dorset Cereals, I’ve got one whole vote, *sigh*.

You can vote for me here, no pressure! or follow the link in the side bar.

So I thought I’d best muster a cerealish themed post, the link is a bit tenuous, but it’s the best I can do..

Devon lanes are very narrow and deep, flanked by high hedgerows and steep banks of vegetation that hide sharp flinty stones waiting to gouge you cars bodywork (many a car comes back from Devon with more than a footwell full of sand as a holiday souvenir) you can drive for miles with the road just single track width, with few passing places, there is often a need to squeeze past other vehicles, of course there are times when this is impossible

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When a polite acknowledgement of the other driver

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and prompt engagement of reverse gear is a wise move

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When I come home from Devon, when I’ve squeezed out of the deep lanes and on to the A38, like toothpaste from a tube, I’ve noticed I  tend to take home with me a bit of ‘Devon lanes driving attitude’ I expect other drivers to be equally willing to edge past in places with no more than the width of a blade of grass between the two cars.  I find myself impatient with Derbyshire drivers (our lanes can be narrow, but not like these.) I berate them with comments such as ‘for goodness sake you could get something the size of a Sherman Tank through that gap, what ya waiting for!’  It doesn’t look like my holiday did much to improve my patience, *sigh*. Here is a relaxing view

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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.

17 thoughts on “Vote For Me!

  1. Good luck, I’ve voted for you!
    Machines like that are quite menacing at night when they’re all lit up!
    I do that at width restrictors when the car in front can clearly get through but the driver dithers seemingly for ages before chancing it.
    Terrific picture! xx

  2. That last image is breath-taking! I could stare for hours…but then who would make supper!
    As a friend of Flighty’s *points above* I occasionally pop over for a look here so I have left my vote too! Good Luck!

  3. I sat behind that sod for what felt like a fortnight. His brother was behind him in a tractor and huge trailer and to put icing on the cake his 5 sisters and their families were behind the tractor and they were all towing caravans. The combined speed on the Richter scale was 6mph.

    Lovely views though.

  4. I voted too. Can’t imagine what it must be like squeezing that combine down some of the Devon lanes….it almost looks like a creature from outer space!!

  5. I too have voted for you. Don’t know what category your blog would fit in, they don’t have one for “countryside pictures, pretty”.

    You might get more votes if you change that link to “http://www.dorsetcereals.co.uk/little-blog-awards/nomination/744” which goes straight to the correct vote button with no searching.
    At present the link goes to “no such place – go away – don’t be nosy”.

  6. Oops! Sorry for a near duplicate comment. I first put the URL in angle brackets inside quotes and it vanished!
    Took out the brackets and now it can be seen.

  7. Alas, Miss Sadie, the Cowboy and I are ineligible to vote, as we are, um, heirs to the pesky North American Rebellion. It’s too bad, as I feel there’s a real market for Dorset Cereals (Honest, Tasty and Real) here in northern Michigan.

    We do wish to register our support, however. There are few spaces in the blogosphere anywhere near so Honest, Tasty and Real as Uphilldowndale.

    The Cowboy is weeping. He says that he would have voted anyway, but the lack of opposable thumbs was a far greater disability than his presumed citizenship, which in any case he says is a red herring. Miss Sadie pointed out that no one knows where he came from and he should shut up about the whole thing.)

  8. It’s always a Sherman Tank isn’t it?

    I have an identical comment whenever I find myself driving outside of double parked London streets and folks think they need more room.

  9. I voted for you. But if you do pass me on a Derbyshire lane, please bear in mind that I was brought up in the city and I still haven’t got used to the narrow roads.

  10. Our narrow roads are filled with some sort of harvesting machines at the moment – all spikes and whirling things and extremely nerve-racking to cycle past.

  11. I don’t know why they need to use the roads at all. They have no qualms about driving right through the middle of a field of ripe corn – I can see the tracks in your last picture.

    I voted for you. Good luck.

  12. Combines are surprisingly demountable. The ones I’ve seen moving about up here have been followed by a cavalcade of tractors towing various bits of them.

    My ex boss also has a farm. He once said that many farmers buy a share of a combine harvester in a sort of cooperative arrangement – they’re seriously expensive for the use they get – hence the moving around.

  13. I loved driving the lanes in Devon. Good thing I never encountered a truck like that while on the lanes. I’ll vote for you.

  14. Ah, those Devon lanes! My parents live very near to where you have been holidaying Mrs Uhdd, and I remember one occasion when I had a near miss with a very smart looking red Ferrari as it came racing around the bend towards me. My remarks of “good grief he was was going fast” were soon replaced by “thank god we didn’t hit him” as my husband told me that the Ferrari was actually worth about £750,000!!

    Ouch!

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