Moorland

The mound is spoil from the railway tunnel below. You 

can also see the top of the ventilation shaft

It would have been a good walking day. That is what I had planned but I was largely thwarted. Phoebe had had a sleepover and Margot was deposited here at 8.15am. Frances was off to get her hair done at a hair salon she had not used before. The appointment lasted for four hours and cost a bucketful of money.

We kept the little girls entertained and nourished all morning and then when Frances reappeared I made her a light lunch for she's on a Munjaro journey. Round about 2pm, she went off to Aldi to do some family food shopping, not returning till well after three. The better part of the day had gone when we said goodbye to the little ones.

I prepared an early evening meal which was a pasta concoction of my own devising involving a large courgette from the garden, red pepper, mushrooms, seasoned chunks of chicken and carbonara sauce. It was delectable. Afterwards - slices of yesterday's bramble pie with custard.

Head of the tunnel ventilation shaft on Totley Moor

The meal was over by six and soon afterwards I headed out to Totley Moor on the southern edge of the city. Boots on in the warm evening and off I went on a two mile circuit that took in the main ventilation shaft of Totley railway tunnel which was finished in 1893. As I stood close to the head of the ventilation shaft, I heard a train passing far below. Then back along Stony Ridge Road to where the new car was parked. I was delighted to discover that it had not been stolen.

It wasn't the long walk I had in mind but it was good to get out, letting my legs carry me round the moorland and giving my brain solitary wandering time. I only met one other rambler - a noticeably pregnant woman of about forty. We exchanged a few pleasantries before she went ahead. She is walking away in this image...

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