Monday 22nd June to Wednesday 24th.
Written Thursday 25th June from 09.35 hrs.
Let’s see if this works. I had a communication from WordPress explaining why I couldn’t upload photographs any more; I had used up all my allocated space. (I forget the terminology!) I needed to upgrade my “plan”. This I have just done at small fee of £60 for the next two years, hopefully less the 20% promotion which applies to today only. So, here goes!

We have been basking in magnificent sunshine since the weekend. On Monday, with my neighbour from over the road, we revisited another portion of the long-since closed Cromford and High Peak Railway, this time, near the Goyt Reservoir. This section, between Whaley Bridge and Ladmanlow had been abandoned in c. 1892. The L.N.W.R.’s line to Buxton had been opened in 1863 and thus formed a much less arduous route when a further line from Buxton to Ashbourne opened in stages during the late 1890s. If the original C. & H.P. Rly had somehow survived to the recent outbreak of covid-19, I am sure that it would have become a much loved tourist attraction. The countryside around here is as fine as any, with densely wooded hills and reservoir, all of which providing vast areas to explore and lose one’s self in.




The problem with writing in retrospect is that items worth recalling in a blog can be forgotten. I don’t remember doing too much on Tuesday when the weather seemed to be rivaling that of some of the hotter places I have travelled to recently. I did a little sunbathing in my back garden, and I think, not much else. However, Lee, a colleague and friend from the Buxton Festival called to invite me over for a coffee in his back garden the next day. I had no plans for yesterday and accepted the invitation. Travelling to Mottram, an idyllic “postcard” village provided an opportunity for a decent drive with the roof down. My little red Peugeot came into its own. I have had the car now for just over four years.
The village of Mottram is full of ancient buildings, is extremely attractive and wonderful centre from which to wander. I thoroughly enjoyed my day.


Saint Michael and All Angel’s Church.

The Stocks!
I am thankful that I can now illustrate my blogs once again, and readers should now not have to put up with silly advertisements!
Thanks for reading, David, 10.53 hrs.