R's rue

Today I walked north of Barnsley in what was once coal mining territory. This area was known for its piles of coal waste or what were called slag heaps. Some of us knew the district as The Yorkshire Alps because of those man-made hills. A few of the slag heaps were levelled or taken away but most still remain and are now grassed over. Not much remains of a once proud heritage that fuelled Britain's industrial revolution, its trains and its shipping. Some say that without coal The British Empire could never have been established. At the top there's a picture of two Victorian cottages on Chapel Lane  in Carlton. Below is the village's Anglican church -  dedicated to St John the Evangelist. It was constructed  in 1878/79 under the instructions of The Earl Wharncliffe who owned some of the local collieries and was fabulously rich. An important social facility in any coal mining village was its working men's club. Many of these places have disappeared but I notice...

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Slightly hungover this morning. So after an extra long hot shower, I ambled in the rain and the deserted London streets across Chinatown, down to Piccadilly.  Fortum&Mason’s restaurant 45 Jermyn Street is a very elegant place indeed and Nu was sitting waiting for me when I got there.  It was lovely to catch up in person and I felt very decadent eating kedgeree and sipping very strong coffee in one of the red leather booths. Following breakfast, I left Nu to go to Pilates and did some book shopping, before hiding in from the rain in a coffee shop before meeting Steve from  https://shadowsteve.blogspot.com/ Who was charming and funny and allowed me to monopolise the conversation with typical Southern politeness. On the way home x from Going Gently https://ift.tt/3zp4B53