I was bored yesterday morning so I had a short drive to Rowley Burn in “The Shire”, one of our childhood haunts. At the end of a long single track road, on the other side of the ford, it dwindles into a rough track which winds it’s way up to the edge of the moors. I have not driven up here before now but I was in the landrover so why not?
There is nothing up here for miles in any direction but in my eye it is beautiful, with a unique atmosphere, fauna and flora.
Oh well, back to plastering the wall…….