It has been a very odd mix this week, lashing rain, sultry heat, high winds that have dumped a fine layer of sand over the car (and even the lily pads in the pond) goodness know from whence it came.
Yesterday evening I was pottering around the hills south of Buxton, it was warm and rather pleasant. I don’t know who this little bird is (answers on a postcard please) but they were rather sweet and willing to pose briefly.
Tom has been in the Lake District completing the expedition section of the Gold Duke of Edinburgh Award. I’m much relived that he is safely off the hill, given the storms and flash flood there have been (he tells me the thunder and lightening they experienced was ‘awesome’ I’m sure we will get the finer detail on his return this afternoon).
I’ve a stack of posts in mind, some of them about quarrying, some about the limestone and gritstone landscape around here.
For starters, the lay of the land. Quarrying is big, it’s a big employer, it has a big impact on the landscape, lumps of rock on an industrial scale..
Half a hill, near Harpur Hill
(and if you are looking for the so called ‘Blue Lagoon’ don’t) go to Iceland please.