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 “ Darling John! “ was all I needed to hear, I never even had my mobile on speaker phone, but “ darling ” resonated through the air like birdcall and I knew who it was before the phone went to my ear. Chic Eleanor was excited and you could almost make out the wild sweep of her pashmina as she called down the phone “ Darling John, dinner is booked for Friday 7.30 ! Sara and Pask are coming too so it will quite the reunion”  I smiled. The last time we all met up was last summer where we had an Italian  dinner party in our friends’ garden.  “ I will be there “ I told her and she burst into happy laughter “How joyous , friends , good food and lots of wine ........” she sang out Oh I wish I could bottle Eleanor’s positive nature. She has the enviable ability to be able to see the world in a wholly good and efficacious way. She is charming without ever being false  So that’s Friday booked . Thursday I am meeting my friend Colin for supper and cinema. ...

Please don't get me wrong. This blogpost's title does not refer to the wide posteriors of some "Yorkshire Pudding " visitors. No way. I would not be so rude. Broadbottom is a village in  Greater Manchester right next to the Derbyshire border. I was there earlier today. Taking a long hike in the lovely June weather. No need for a jacket. My FDNY T shirt would suffice. I parked Clint near the church in Mottram-in-Longdendale, smeared any exposed skin with sun cream  and then set off. The Hague - near Broadbottom After eight miles I felt weary in the sunshine. Mottram church was just ahead. I would go over a stile and descend into a wooded valley where a stream ran. Up the other side and then through the cemetery to the old church. But just one problem. Cattle! They were milling around near the stile . A motley crew of around thirty - including a few calves. They had broad bottoms. There was no way that I was  going to panic them. They seemed very interested  in...

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