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A walk around St Peters, Belgrave, Leicester..
An earth held energy
Eyam Moor ramble
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”
The Suicide Scene…
How The Cave Came To Be… On the 8th of January 1927 a Castleton youth, Fred Bannister was roaming around the caves of Winnats Pass when he stumbled across a young woman, slumped with her back against a rock within the entrance to Horseshoe Cave.. Realising something was amiss, he raced down to the villageContinue reading “The Suicide Scene…”
A Ghost Swept In…
Last night was odd.. downright weird.. last full moon of the year and I had been having persistent pop up visions throughout the day..There’s a shopping centre place at the bottom of the dual carriageway on the outskirts of Congleton, Cheshire.. off the roundabout on the main road by pass, turns out it’s the marketContinue reading “A Ghost Swept In…”
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…”