Sunday, 21 July 2019
Friday, 19 July 2019
Thursday, 18 July 2019
This is a test to check out a method of posting photographs using OLW.
I’ve not been blogging recently, simply because of the amount of faffing needed to post with photographs – the apparent result of a spat between Google and the Open Live Writer team.
The situation is further complicated by the uncertainty of successful posting even without photographs, plus the total unhelpfulness (if that’s a real word) of the Google Blogger team – who declare that they’re working to improve the Blogger experience.
Saturday, 6 April 2019
At Torr Top we left the trail just after the railway headed through the hill in a closed off tunnel. A brief sojourn through the streets and we arrived back in the river valley just above the confluence of the Goyt and Sett.
new boots suffered a baptism of cow shit. Oh well.
Monday, 1 April 2019
What the Long Suffering Rick said:
Interesting use (or lack of use) of Blackburns apostrophe's:
After a couple of miles of walking the streets of Blackburn we escaped the muckiness and headed north-ish along the Leeds-Liverpool Canal towpath. The path led us past old and new industries: dilapidated mills and modern offices - probably call-centres.
Bella...with part of a tree:
Leaving the towpath around Rishton, we continued north-ishly, following a mix of muddy paths, muddier farm tracks and bits of tarmac.
I spotted this sign on the side of a large farm shed, it brought back memories of my G2CSR and G3 Matchlesses from years ago.
Up until now we'd managed to walk without waterproofs but darkening skies and mizzling rain (the sort that soaks you through) had us digging out our overtrousers.
A few lumpy bits of ground presented themselves, some through woodland, others on tarmac.
Descending to cross the River Calder, we were soon back amongst the busy-ness of modern life.
The weather and the lack of anywhere to sit meant that we were back in Whalley having not eaten. We wandered through the town and the churchyard, searching in vain for shelter.
What I did find were some doors that Rob might find interesting:
Rob has a thing about doors. He's famous for his photographs of them. Really.
All of this wasn't helping us find somewhere to eat.
A bus shelter, with those horrible seats that have you sliding off, was the only shelter we could find - it had to suffice. Butties and fresh scones (made that morning) were scoffed, all washed down with coffee. Fortunately no buses came by.
Unusually, we didn't bother with a pub stop. It was Friday afternoon and the traffic would be quite daft so we (damply) headed off home.
It had been a pleasant day of gentle walking. It was very sad to see the poor state of Blackburn - it certainly didn't encourage you to tarry.
Whalley, on the other hand, just up the road, is a charming village, filled with historic buildings, characterful shops and lovely cafes and restaurants. And pubs. Obv.
Chalk and cheese. Such a shame.
Where we went (south to north):
We're now plotting the next section, it's looks like it's going to be a long-ish one.
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