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choco_frosh) wrote2019-06-07 10:36 pm
choco_frosh) wrote2019-06-07 10:36 pm
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OK, England.
As already noted, we got to Sheffield two weeks ago this morning, only about an hour behind schedule. We spent most of the rest of the day recovering, by which we mean drinking a lot of tea, going for at least one walk with Mom and the dogs through the fields,1 and I cringed through a bunch of her interactions with said dogs--they got cockerpoos, which are yappy, and got them with the express intention of spoiling them, and I don't much like dogs to begin with.
Still, I don't REALLY have grounds for complaint: she also insists on spoiling US, when we come to visit.
So it's doubly a shame that I wasn't more interactive this trip...
Anyway, all of this were to be recurring themes of the trip.
Day 2:
Saturday was forecast to be the best foreseeable weather, and so it was the day when Bro' and I went hiking.
This, you see, is the advantage of Mom's new location: she's so far out in Sheffield's outskirts that she's practically in Derbyshire, with the Peak District maybe 20 minutes drive away. So we went hiking on Stanage Edge.
Stanage Edge is:
- A bit of a redundant name (Stanage = stone edge)
- This really long basically cliff face, out in the middle of the moorlands in the Peak District on the edge of Derbyshire
- Major mecca for rock climbers, of whom we passed large numbers (it being the start of a bank holiday weekend)
- Great location for a hike, especially if you like good views. (Well, aside from the one cement factory.)
- Covered in sheep, because it's a moorland in England. We attempted to avoid spooking them while wandering through their home. I got some obligatory photos for the roommates.
- A major trip down memory lane for the two of us, since when I was fourteen and Dan was, yikes, twelve, and we were all over there for the year, my grandparents came over for a week during one of our spring vacations and rented this...early seventeenth-century hunting lodge, basically, for the week, because my Grandfather um, "had a highly successful career in industry." And it's in Hathersage, where I really need to get back to some day, both for the hall and because I realized this trip that the church is basically in the middle of a small hill-fort, or foothill-fort, rather, since it's down in the valley right at the bottom of Stanage Edge.
So anyway. We walked til we ran out of edge, and then we bushwhacked through the bracken and tried to avoid stepping in bogs and sheep dung until we actually managed to find the small stone circle that's located on a totally random hill crest partway down. ("Why HERE?" Bro' wanted to know, and I didn't really have a good answer--I mean, I came up with something, but I'm pretty sure in retrospect it was bs. )
AND then we bushwhacked through some more bracken and I failed to persuade him that we should go through the somewhat unofficially gate onto the somewhat unofficial path down the stream, which was probably a good thing since I think said path petred out further down, but as it was it was several fruitless detours and more walking on the road (with no shoulder, it having been driven through a rather steep slope) than I would have liked, before we eventually got to the pub.
Yes, of course we found a pub. We'd found it on the ordnance survey map in advance, in fact. It was on one of the Ladybower Reservoir, not actually the location where they did one of the trials for the dambusters, but just downstream from there. Good pub, anyhow.
More about Vacation Adventures to follow!
1When moving to Sheffield, Mom and husband once again bought a giant house way out in the 'burbs--in this case so far out that you walk up the lane and find you're walking through a working farm2, albeit one that's about 15% land preservation and 30% education center.
2 If the USDA or the Border Patrol asks, I didn't say this.
As already noted, we got to Sheffield two weeks ago this morning, only about an hour behind schedule. We spent most of the rest of the day recovering, by which we mean drinking a lot of tea, going for at least one walk with Mom and the dogs through the fields,1 and I cringed through a bunch of her interactions with said dogs--they got cockerpoos, which are yappy, and got them with the express intention of spoiling them, and I don't much like dogs to begin with.
Still, I don't REALLY have grounds for complaint: she also insists on spoiling US, when we come to visit.
So it's doubly a shame that I wasn't more interactive this trip...
Anyway, all of this were to be recurring themes of the trip.
Day 2:
Saturday was forecast to be the best foreseeable weather, and so it was the day when Bro' and I went hiking.
This, you see, is the advantage of Mom's new location: she's so far out in Sheffield's outskirts that she's practically in Derbyshire, with the Peak District maybe 20 minutes drive away. So we went hiking on Stanage Edge.
Stanage Edge is:
- A bit of a redundant name (Stanage = stone edge)
- This really long basically cliff face, out in the middle of the moorlands in the Peak District on the edge of Derbyshire
- Major mecca for rock climbers, of whom we passed large numbers (it being the start of a bank holiday weekend)
- Great location for a hike, especially if you like good views. (Well, aside from the one cement factory.)
- Covered in sheep, because it's a moorland in England. We attempted to avoid spooking them while wandering through their home. I got some obligatory photos for the roommates.
- A major trip down memory lane for the two of us, since when I was fourteen and Dan was, yikes, twelve, and we were all over there for the year, my grandparents came over for a week during one of our spring vacations and rented this...early seventeenth-century hunting lodge, basically, for the week, because my Grandfather um, "had a highly successful career in industry." And it's in Hathersage, where I really need to get back to some day, both for the hall and because I realized this trip that the church is basically in the middle of a small hill-fort, or foothill-fort, rather, since it's down in the valley right at the bottom of Stanage Edge.
So anyway. We walked til we ran out of edge, and then we bushwhacked through the bracken and tried to avoid stepping in bogs and sheep dung until we actually managed to find the small stone circle that's located on a totally random hill crest partway down. ("Why HERE?" Bro' wanted to know, and I didn't really have a good answer--I mean, I came up with something, but I'm pretty sure in retrospect it was bs. )
AND then we bushwhacked through some more bracken and I failed to persuade him that we should go through the somewhat unofficially gate onto the somewhat unofficial path down the stream, which was probably a good thing since I think said path petred out further down, but as it was it was several fruitless detours and more walking on the road (with no shoulder, it having been driven through a rather steep slope) than I would have liked, before we eventually got to the pub.
Yes, of course we found a pub. We'd found it on the ordnance survey map in advance, in fact. It was on one of the Ladybower Reservoir, not actually the location where they did one of the trials for the dambusters, but just downstream from there. Good pub, anyhow.
More about Vacation Adventures to follow!
1When moving to Sheffield, Mom and husband once again bought a giant house way out in the 'burbs--in this case so far out that you walk up the lane and find you're walking through a working farm2, albeit one that's about 15% land preservation and 30% education center.
2 If the USDA or the Border Patrol asks, I didn't say this.
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I am glad there was a pub. Stanage Edge sounds great.
at the border
On the other hand, Arthur permanently is denied Global Entry (he applied more than once), because he brought an orange in without declaring it, and it was noticed.