We kick off the day with Parma ham and cheese croissant, just fabulous. Over breakfast we plan our day’s walk around the Accuweather forecast that it will be raining by 14:00 so decide to head off early and be back before then.
Driving over to Wortley we park up and head south towards Chapeltown, we take a turn where the path suddenly dies, but we discover a fishing pond with added space-man as we try to regain our route.
Bogged down and off-pistei I get a crisis message so I have to log on and act as sound engineer to a class, much to the amusement of 30+ Over 55s ladies. Now I’m eligible, I have promised them I will join their class one day, but not until I’ve bought a leotard! Over-enthusiastic pianist fixed, we continue towards, and then up Wharncliffe Crags, and enjoy the view looking back towards Sheffield over High Green, Chapeltown and Grenoside.
There’s a mile of road, but otherwise it’s all fields and woods, including some exceptional hills, of which we’re glad we are now descending - nothing like a densely populated contour map to set the pulse racing.
Meanwhile we both deal with work-related phone calls, emails, Teams messages and in my case a “phone a friend” session as well. On this side the view is of Oughtibridge and Deepcar.
After another climb and descent we level out just a few yards above the infamous railway line that will become the one only yesterday we walked much further West. Here though it’s still active and not for walkers. Another mile and we walk under the Stockbridge bypass and then join the now disused line.
Along all this section the River Don has shown itself from time to time, reminding us of the thirst the ever-present steelworks need quenching along the valley floor. Equally the criss-cross of power pylons crackle in the dew supplying thousands of volts for their furnaces, although I’m not sure how much steel we produce these days.
Soon we’re back in Wortley and ready to drive home for broccoli and Stilton soup, followed by serious boot-cleaning, then we settle down to watch Sean Penn as Harvey Milk, an excellent movie.
Afternoon tea is the chocolate orange cake I couldn’t post a few weeks ago because of the great Northern Ballet bake-off. Having won last time I recused myself and only entered in principle.
Evening recital is lovely whist I’m preparing G&Ts and then dinner - tonight an old favourite, Delia’s sausage casserole, for which I’m using venison and pheasant sausage - yum!
No that’s not an old sock!
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