Autumn Colours

Pictures taken during a short walk along the former Cromford and High Peak Railway. The waters of Errwood Reservoir make for the finest scenery and could be “anywhere.” All this is just fifteen minutes’ drive from home.

In the last blog, I promised autumn colours. Probably towards the end of next week, they will be at their majestic finest. However, yesterday, I ventured towards the Goyt Valley where one can feel “million miles away.” The road out of Buxton towards Whaley Bridge climbs into some very scenic countryside with hills, woods and valleys undisturbed to the horizon. Another spell of Indian summer made for a gorgeous still afternoon.

This afternoon, still mild outside, I was on duty stewarding at St. Anne’s Church, unexpectedly with two others instead of the mandatory one other. My “relief” showed up twenty minutes early, making a total of four. At the moment, services in what is reputed to be Buxton’s oldest building remain suspended due to the continuing pandemic. Only St. John’s maintains (almost) weekly worship.

St Anne’s Church (not this afternoon!)

Unusually for me, these days, on Thursday last, I extricated myself from a warm comfortable lounge, in front of a new high-tec telly, and set off walking from home, along a familiar “circuit.” The change around where I live is not exactly subtle! I understand that around 2,000 new homes are under construction or now complete and occupied. They are nice houses and not unattractive. However, the thought of moving somewhat fills me with horror, so I shall more than likely “stay put.” Nevertheless, I watch with interest as the village expands.

“Traditional” Harpur Hill.
Houses under construction 7/10/21

Development on what was once the grounds of Derby University (Buxton), formerly High Peak College of Further Education, thriving when I first lived nearby in the 1970s. The landscape around here is changing forever.

I continued to the old railway track (now developed as part of cycle network) for the familiar stroll along, and down to the Parks Inn, where I availed myself of one of the seats outside where I am known to partake of the excellent food on offer.

View from The Parks Inn looking towards St. James’s Church on the left, and the former Post Office and shop, adjacent, now, a private dwelling.

In August, I had lived here in the same house since 1975. I still remember the thrill of having my own place, complete with garden and views, which I continue to enjoy…46 years later. Already, I have tentative plans for a 50th anniversary celebration in 2025….with luck!

Many thanks for reading. David, Sat. 9/10/21 21.20hrs. Now, to watch a good movie!

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