After a few dog days, sorry about that, I’m glad to get back to canal walking, returning to our Barnoldswick base that we’re using to cover the highest sections of the Leeds Liverpool Canal, through East Lancashire into West Yorkshire. Over this weekend it’s our intention to cross over the top of the Pennines and begin our descent into West Yorkshire and Leeds. Let’s go.
On Wednesday evening this week we celebrated Sarah’s birthday on her own modest plot of Earth, her allotment that she’s been renting from the City Council for fourteen years or so now.
We’ll return to see how the celebrating went later in the post.
The next day we set out to continue celebrating Sarah’s birthday by visiting a place of her choice, a tradition we have.
I’ve never been to this part of Derbyshire and had always generally thought of the place as ‘gritty’. It is still ‘the north’ after all.
All limestone hills and lush secluded valleys.
And it’s in one of these valleys that we arrive at the place Sarah’s picked for our visit today.
Now unlike a few months back where she tricked me into visiting a Nob House, a hated stately home of the English Aristocracy, today I know perfectly well we’re visiting a Nob House. But it’s Sarah’s birthday and she’s asked me to be on my best behaviour and not keep saying ‘Nob House’ to everyone we pass. Fair enough, I’ll do my best.