Starved on’t Moor…

Three years ago today my memory says… I ascended Eyam Moor up the slippery paths from Stokes Ford and Gotherage… The day was crisp and bright I recall, a chill wind breezed about Stanage Cairn but the weather was decidedly decent compared to the days of yore when people could easily succumb to the bitterContinue reading “Starved on’t Moor…”

Bills Chinese Treasure

The interesting discovery of Medieval Chinese coins found in Hampshire reminds me of my late friend Bill.. a police sergeant with Derbyshire Constabulary who took up metal detectorism when he retired in the 1980s…He got access to the heavily wooded grounds of the old Pickford’s family Hall, the famous “carriers of goods” who brought mostContinue reading “Bills Chinese Treasure”

Stilton Portents

An indi-gestation ..of Fear…. A darkly furtive mind shouldn’t be overstoked with copious amounts of  figgy pudding, stilton cheese and minced sweetmeats washed down with liberal libation of reserved port and Bristol sherrie’s.. schooner fulls…  of that I’m decided.. after the vivid imagery that pervaded my pre Boxing day dawn imaginings… I do get troubledContinue reading “Stilton Portents”

Twas the night before Xmas…

When Hubert met Sally… The Christmas Eve visitation…. (She was always headed for a fall)… The Travellers Rest at Brough, Hope Valley, is said to have a resident ghost.. a stern faced lady, her hair in a bun, a chatelaine of keys hanging off the belt of her ankle length dress..she floats along the corridorContinue reading “Twas the night before Xmas…”