Abandoned cottages at Langholme Manor
Saturday morning. Sheffield was bathed in gorgeous sunshine and there wasn't a cloud in the blue winter sky. Our garden was still sheathed in frost.
Shirley went off to her aquarobics session at a nearby gym but not until after I had let her know that I was planning to drive over to Misterton in north Nottinghamshire to take some pictures and walk four or five miles. She said she would join me on the drive over if I could wait till eleven thirty. Several of her blood relations live in Misterton, including three cousins, so it was a good opportunity to spend time with them.
When we drove east from Sheffield we soon hit a bank of fog in the valley of The River Rother. Then we were through it and back into sunshine but when we reached Bawtry there was more fog. Roadside vegetation, hedges and trees were all coated in thick hoar frost. Up above teasing sunshine kept threatening to break through the murk.
I deposited Shirley at "The Rookery" which is where her cousin Margaret lives with her husband Steve and then I drove straight off towards the flat carr land to the west of the village down single track lanes. "What the hell are we doing here ?" asked Clint as we bumped along into the mist which was as still as a scene in a holiday postcard. Unmoving.
I was out and about for three hours before returning to "The Rookery". The fog never did truly lift but I rather enjoyed the country excursion which produced some interesting images. Of course Shirley enjoyed her afternoon of conversation, tea and biscuits with Margaret, Jenny, Karen and a couple of other family members.
It was getting dark when we left "The Rookery" but I didn't see any rooks. Clothed in mist all day, it turns out that Misterton is well named
By The River Idle
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