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Above - bonus images from Monday's lovely walk. Working down from the top...
  1. St Bartholomew's Church in the tiny village of Deanhead  - sometimes confusingly referred to as Scammonden. It overlooks Scammonden Water - a reservoir that opened in 1970 in conjunction with the M62 motorway.
  2. A nineteenth century chest grave containing Thomas and Ann Wilkinson  and their son Charles. They had a small farm at the opposite side of the valley - now almost obliterated as if it was never there at all. It was called Spring Head as the inscription confirms.
  3. Fence and path gate on "The Mosses" above Deanhead Reservoir. The simplicity of the arrangement caught my eye as I ascended to  Saddleworth Road.
  4. "The Turnpike" pub-restaurant seen across Booth Wood Reservoir.
  5. An abandoned sheep farm on the hillside that overlooks Stott Hall Farm on its motorway island. This farm is called High Moss.
  6. Stone sheep in the valley between Deanhead Reservoir and Scammonden Water. A small leisure area has been developed here for walkers, families, picnickers etc and it is where I parked Clint.

Below - Room 39 at The Old Golf House Hotel including a view of Monday's sunrise over the motorway. That picture was on my wall. Who chooses the "art" for hotel rooms? Guests rarely marvel at it


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Les yeux

 Eyes

God

I took them

For granted

I did

I didn’t appreciate 

The gift

Now I understand

The error 

Of my ways


A few weeks ago I went to see an ophthalmologist. My vision is not great. My brain and eyes are not in sync. I can’t really explain the issue. It doesn’t matter. Right now, I’m just trying to accept this. I don’t know what the future holds, I’m hopeful that I’m His canvas on which miracles happen. I trust that I’m in capable in both human and Holy Hands and that’s all I can desire. Just pray that my journey with acceptance is one that continues. If you’d honor me with your prayers, you’d give me the gift I most desire. 

When you pray for me, I understand your love for me. 



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Fluff Under The Bed

 

One of the fund raising ideas for the village hall is an indoor table top sale.
They always seem popular, especially in these days of austerity .
So today I am addressing the wasteland which is the area under my bed.
Boxes and bin liners full of shit.
A few years ago, I cleared most of the decks at the cottage but lots of stuff was squirrelled away under the bed and out of sight. 
Now that shite may make me a bit of money
So today is the day.
I’ve been ruthless 
40% boxed ready for the sale, 5 % recycled, 5% kept 50% chucked 
The chucked items are thrown into the front garden 
What fun


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