R's rue

Lone tree on Longstone Moor Three hours of sauntering this afternoon in lovely autumnal weather. I didn't even bother with my jacket. The only stops I made were to take photographs or to take a breath. Otherwise, I just kept plodding along. Down Black Harry Lane to Black Harry Gate and on to Longstone Edge.  It's an area that has known a lot of quarrying and mining  both for lead and limestone. If you know how to look, the evidence is everywhere. By the way, I have no idea who Black Harry was but I wouldn't have wished to encounter him on a dark night in bygone days. What would he have done with my plastic debit card? I skirted the edge of Black Plantation climbing up, up to Watersaw Rake and on to Longstone Moor. In the wide saucer-like valley beyond I could see Wardlow Mires where Frances and Stewart had their wedding reception three years ago. Before COVID, before Mad Brexit, before Johnson was disgraced,  before Hapless Truss and Kwarteng  and before Litt...

 I’m reading a book a night when I can’t sleep It feels good to be feeling better The holidays are coming up and I’m excited Dogs make life better Sweet  Saucy Sassy It’s what happens When you finally Unburden yourself From unrealistic expectations from R's rue https://ift.tt/D3cEjZS

I have always had a healthy respect for the police. I was stopped by one last night when taking the dogs for a walk . Bluebell had just had her service and the bike rack which is always hanging from the boot had come loose The policeman just wanted me to know that it was unsafe. He was very good looking and reached through the window to stroke Roger who suddenly became all wags and smiles.  I smiled like a fat boy in a cake factory  And simpered like a schoolgirl  Years ago, I was once part of a psychiatric nurse team who had to retrieve a sectioned patient from their house in the community. We were accompanied by four extremely large Yorkshire policemen and my job in the whole event was to look after the syringes of intramuscular chlorpromazine . Sedation which I had to inject into the patient's buttocks if all went tits up. Then I was only 23 and rather slight in stature. I also wore a very unflattering thick woolly jumper which made me look like a presenter...