Fantasising

I heard that it was a nice day over in northern England yesterday. If I had been there I might have driven down to the Linacre Reservoirs just west of Chesterfield. I used to love that little parcel of countryside sandwiched between A roads on the eastern edge of the Peak District. It's almost a forgotten land where hikers and other outside visitors rarely venture though it's treasured by local residents. And if I had been there, I imagine that I might have taken photographs like these:-

Bluebell time in Linacre Wood

Cobnar Wood from Furnace Lane, Barlow

Birley Farm under a grey cloud

Bagthorpe farmhouse

Wigley Primary School

Linacre - the lower reservoir

Old Brampton - the church lych gate

Oh to be in England in the merry month of May. I shall see if I can teach some of the redundant Burmese workers to join me in a spot of morris dancing down on the beach before I go up to Aotearoa Villa to see how Katherine's getting on.