Strines

Though his buttocks were still sore after his unwanted confrontation with a Highland cow, my twin brother, Sticky Toffee, ignored the hospital's advice to rest up for a few days. Instead he drove out of Sheffield and parked up near the remote "Strines Inn" on the eastern edge of the moors. There he saw a peacock sitting in a tree. I post this picture specially for Earl Gray and Ms Jan Blawat who, if there is such a word, are both poultryphiles:-

Of course, while some bloggers are tending their chickens and pigeons, others are drinking themselves silly in bars and public houses. So for Jenny Demob-Happy  and Julian "Arctic" Fox, here's "The Strines Inn":-

Healthy urban bloggers like to get out into the countryside and take invigorating walks. This is the track past Foulstone Delf that leads eventually to Derwent Edge. I post it specially for Daphne from darkest Leeds:-

 On the edge there are several interesting rock formations that artistic bloggers like Kiwi-Katherine and Aussie-Helen will appreciate. These rocks are called "Cakes of Bread" but you can't eat them:-

This is an exposed millstone cliff high up Abbey Clough. I didn't even know it existed till Sticky Toffee emailed me his recent snaps. I guess that outdoor types like Shooting Parrots and Libby would love to tackle a  challenging rockface like that and after gathering their ropes and crampons they'd bivouac together overnight:-

Sticky Toffee saw a helium party balloon flying past Back Tor. Like Bobby Brague of Canton, it had a gaudy appearance, danced in the breeze and was filled with gas:-