Christopher and I, being countryside people born and bred, started getting withdrawal symptoms living in Manchester. We found on the National Trust website details of a 'Heritage Trail' walk around Marsden moor and, taking and gamble on the weather forecast, decided to go exploring. As it turned out, it was a perfect day with beautiful, crisp sunshine.
We had a lovely walk, which I thoroughly recommend to anyone in the area with walking boots and a day to kill, and got some lovely photographs. Sadly, and I've already mentioned in a previous post, the winding mechanism on my film camera seems to be malfunctioning, so most of the film photos taken haven't come out, but I had my digital camera with me too, so still managed to make the most of the lovely sunshine. Disaster very nearly struck when I fell in a bog up to my thighs, but thankfully I managed to save the cameras. The photographs are going to be put up in over a few posts, of which this is the first.
And then the Pennine Way gave way beneath me...
You weren't joking about that bog, were you? It only goes to show that the scenery in God's Own County is capable of fighting back... :-)
ReplyDeleteI've never seen anyone so happy with one leg completely swallowed by sludge.
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