My friends home.
Sunset. This is the view from almost every room in the house.
I took a stroll through the streets of Hebden Bridge. This is a very common sight. Everywhere is constructed of stone, and I was mistaken to think all built hundreds of years ago. New homes and buildings are also built with this method.
Canals run from London all over the country. It takes three and a half weeks to canal-it from London to Hebden Bridge.
My friend lives a good 45 minutes walk from the town center, up and over a couple of big hills. This is the view as I was climbing a very steep road heading out of town.
We stopped at a local inn for refreshments and food whilst on a day drive. A stuffed fox at the entry greeted us, passing the the lounge I noticed a multitude of taxidermy specimens and here in the small sitting room is another. Oh dear!
A large pitch fork standing in a hard patch of compacted dirt. I found this image inside a private cemetery.
A swing hangs from a tree in the private cemetry.
Wonderful views over the deep valley. Hebden Bridge many miles away and down on the left.
Me and my ole' mate. Saying good-bye again. It was like no time had passed since the last time I saw her 20 years ago.........
2014, Hebden Bridge, UK
It had been 20 years since I'd seen my old friend. She has since married a gorgeous kind and intelligent man who has lived in Hebden Bridge for the last 30ish years. They met at the local pub. I travelled from London to Leeds then to Hebden Bridge on the train. The countryside was beautiful, painted with yellow spring flowers, abundant and bright.
I stayed for 3 nights until I ventured off to Amsterdam. They drove me around the countryside and showed me the signts, we experienced the local Inn. The stout, which was locally produced, was like natures necter, mothers milk. A wonderful time was had by all and I learned how to play dominos!!!!