Extras

It's nice to be able to share some of my photographs in this blog. It's also nice to receive positive feedback about those images from visitors who are not in the habit of dishing out praise just for the sake of it. Thank you to all who left encouraging remarks in relation to yesterday's pictorial blogpost - all gratefully received.

Anyway, I am afraid that I can't think of anything new to blog about this evening so instead I am just going to share another batch of photos from my trip to Romiley and the surrounding area so here goes:-

Above: The office block of Romiley Board Mill reflected in the still water of The Peak Forest Canal.

England was once a nation of churchgoers. Today that is most definitely not the case as far as Christians are concerned. In fact, most of the so-called Christians would object to that label. 

In Gee Cross I took photos of two churches that once boasted large and loyal congregations. Above is Gee Cross Methodist Church. It was opened in 1882 but now it is up for sale and suffering through lack of maintenance. It's looking like this might be one for the demolition squad. Some old Methodist churches  are successfully re-purposed as apartment blocks but given its location and state of disrepair, I doubt there's any future for this building though I hope that I am wrong.

Also in Gee Cross is Holy Trinity Church. See below. It opened in 1874 and under The Reverend Helen Scarisbrick it continues to attract a reasonable number of parishioners and is thus bucking the trend. As I approached from the other side of the tower, I came across a lady in her late seventies or early eighties sweeping up autumn leaves along the main church path. We chatted for a while and I asked her why the church clock had no hands. She assured me it was because the clock faces and internal workings are currently undergoing costly refurbishment and the hands will be replaced in due course.


Yesterday I showed you the bottom section of this war memorial in Werneth Low Country Park. Below - I think that that is a late blooming dahlia at Uplands Farm. You are welcome to correct me if I am wrong.
And finally below, autumn oak leaves on the pavement (American: sidewalk) that runs past Romiley Park. It seems to be the current fashion to display photos of autumn leaves on northern hemisphere blogs so why shouldn't I?


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Questions

 What are you buying?

What are you snacking on?

What is making you smile?


Mine are

Books

Pistachios

Fall colors



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Autumn


Autumn is here.
There is a definite chill in the air.
I’ve been washing the spare bedroom bedding this morning and have hung it on the field gate to dry.
Leaves are whipping down the lane as if in a grey river and have started to heap in the gateways and livery  stable fields and the ponies have started to wear their winter coats.
Roger has been galloping around the front garden, excited by the wind. 
He remains a joy
A regular little gentleman.
Who has only just started to learn to cock his leg up against the shrubs and flowers like an adult.

Chic Eleanor has just messaged. We are meeting in the pub at 5.30 
how naughty !” She texted





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