Blog 670. Wherefore art thou, Northern Lights?

I always make the mistake of watching The News at 10pm. It was not so long ago that I was “inpulsed” into fuelling my cars ahead of possible diesel and petrol shortages. Last night, a late news item was the unusual event of the aurora borealis being highly visible in many parts of the U.K. The night was cold and reasonably clear; the first frost (that I am aware of) had formed, and the temperature in my car indicated -1 degree Celsius. What was to stop me witnessing this rare phenomenon? I put on some warm clothes, got into the car, and waited while the windows defrosted. Just before 11pm, I was on my way to a remote spot from where one can see across to Merseyside. Perfect for one of nature’s light shows. I expected to be disappointed. I was! Yet today, there are illustrated reports of the Northern Lights being visible from near where I live. I remain unconvinced by the illustrations. I may try again tonight!

That does not mean to say that the whole day was a disappointment. Far from it. Roger, over the road, had prepared his version of a Mexican stew, and invited me to enjoy his culinary expertise. We both helped ourselves to “seconds.” Outside, it felt bitterly cold, but I wanted to catch the remnants of the autumn colours. I have a new “favourite” walk. Perhaps a little over two miles, once again, it is along another section of the Cromford and High Peak Railway, a stretch along the banks of Errwood Reservoir. While very popular with dog-walkers, and people out for a stroll, one does feel “a million miles from anywhere” with its pocket of almost unsurpassable scenery. Actually, the are numerous such “pockets” in the Peak District, as well as its well known abundance of wider areas of stunning natural beauty.

This is right by where I parked the car, at the beginning of the walk. The road we had just come down is also part of the former Cromford and High Peak Railway. The gradient was too steep for locomotive hauled trains, which thus had to be winched by a stationary steam engine at the top. The line which connected canal terminals at Whaley Bridge and Cromford had several of these steep gradients to contend with, each with its own stationary steam powered units. Thankfully, one survives in preservation and can be visited.

“Reservoir reflection”
Yesterday’s short walk.

Another weekend beckons. Tonight is Bonfire Night. But the pandemic seems to have put a dampener on this strange but popular celebration. I do like a good fireworks show, however.

Thanks for reading,

David, 12.23hrs 5th November 2021.

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