a little reflection 8 – home again
Home again usually means strapping on the hiking boots, wearing a silly coat and hat and walking up hill for a minimum of 6 miles. Non stop. With no beer half way round unfortunatley.
Plus I cant seem to get a mobile signal in my parents house, but i can half way up Shuttlingslow in the middle of fricking nowhere. What gives? At least there is internet.
But there is nothing like the Peak District on a freezing misty day to make you forget city life, city boys and paying more than £2 a drink in a pub where no one knows your name. Ah home again….
1. Path to Shuttlingslow
2. Shuttlingslow (yes i did get to the top, the evidence is an awful photo of me in a tomato red coat)
3. Looking back over Macclesfield Forest
4. Macclesfield Forest
Beautiful countryside ;o) Shame its so far from things and signal not good. Have a fantastic Christmas x
What a positively beautiful place to recharge your batteries! Have a wonderful holiday.
Ahhhh, I MISS this! Jealous!
Wonderfully mystical looking.
Best wishes over the holidays, my dear!
[...] (Someone told me, or I read it somewhere, that you know that you are an adult when your first reaction when you see snow is ‘oh god’ rather than ‘oh goody’ – tramping about dirty, crowded streets in the ice and wind is not my idea of fun – give me a mountain, fresh air and quiet instead.) [...]