White Nancy above Bollington, Cheshire
What a grey old time we have been experiencing in The People's Republic of Yorkshire in recent weeks. Not only have we suffered biblical rains, the sky above us has been a thick light grey canopy that mutes all colours and seems to drain away the landscape's very lifeblood. Fifty shades of grey.
In periods like the current one, you start to crave the colours and the brightness that you know Nature is capable of providing. The hues of spring and summer. I looked into my extensive library of summertime images for blue skies. All of the pictures that accompany this text were taken in the month of June.
The photos are, I think, a nice reminder that colour will, in the course of time, return and the enveloping grey blanket will be turned back far beyond the horizons that surround us.
Yesterday, under the grey above, I drove over to Hull to see my beloved Tigers beaten by Bristol City. This only added to the gloom. However it was nice to have a passenger - Karl from Wickersley near Rotherham. We conversed throughout the one hour journey and all the way back like bona fide chatterboxes.
Karl is only 62 but he has been battling kidney cancer for which he is receiving immunotherapy. He has had one kidney removed but the battle for life is still very much on. It was great that he felt fit enough to make it to the football. Shame the lads out there on the pitch couldn't send him home with a happier result.
As arranged, we also met my old friend Tony in the stadium. Years ago Karl and Tony were nursing colleagues in Sheffield's Weston Park Hospital. Perhaps ironically, it specialises in cancer treatment.
Limestone field barn near Monyash, Derbyshire
House in Chinley, Derbyshire
King of The Llamas near Tissington, Derbyshire
Dead tree on Low Moor, just west of Sheffield
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