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Today our walk on the bleak west pennine moors was on Haslingden Grane, a former bustling village that was abandoned over the second part of the 19th century after parts of it were flooded to create a reservoir, and industrialisation forced the remaining villagers - the local trade was in hand-loom weaving and illicit whisky distilling - to move to nearby towns and cities to find work.

A glorious walk with numerous ruined houses, disused quarries and the like, lush in parts and spooky in places. Recommended (although its very muddy at points)


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I bought myself an early Christmas present...a boat. It was lovely on the lagoa this morning. I hope this picture is particularly enhanced by the festive falling snow. It was 26C at 7 am.
 

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Happy solstice everyone.. the year has turned. Midwinter sunset here this evening and also a poem I love..

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The Shortest Day
by Susan Cooper

And so the Shortest Day came and the year died
And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world
Came people singing, dancing,
To drive the dark away.
They lighted candles in the winter trees;
They hung their homes with evergreen;
They burned beseeching fires all night long
To keep the year alive.
And when the new year's sunshine blazed awake
They shouted, revelling.
Through all the frosty ages you can hear them
Echoing behind us - listen!
All the long echoes, sing the same delight,
This Shortest Day,
As promise wakens in the sleeping land:
They carol, feast, give thanks,
And dearly love their friends,
And hope for peace.
And now so do we, here, now,
This year and every year.
Happy Yule..
 
Today Baby Bahn 2 and I went on an adventure to find an abandoned mansion. We walked through deep, dark woods on the muddiest of paths, after around a mile we found a steep path up the hill that was covered in the slippiest mud, took ages slipping up and down to reach the top of the hill, still covered in thick woods, we pushed on and eventually came across it...

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Today Baby Bahn 2 and I went on an adventure to find an abandoned mansion. We walked through deep, dark woods on the muddiest of paths, after around a mile we found a steep path up the hill that was covered in the slippiest mud, took ages slipping up and down to reach the top of the hill, still covered in thick woods, we pushed on and eventually came across it...

Does Miss Havisham live there ?
 
Today Baby Bahn 2 and I went on an adventure to find an abandoned mansion. We walked through deep, dark woods on the muddiest of paths, after around a mile we found a steep path up the hill that was covered in the slippiest mud, took ages slipping up and down to reach the top of the hill, still covered in thick woods, we pushed on and eventually came across it...

At a guess, Conan-Doyles house near Hindhead?
 
I heard a rumour there was an action group for Conan Dyles place trying to stop it being turned into a hotel.

It was turned in to a hotel soon after Doyle sold it. Waverley Council refused to buy it and then gave permission to turn it in to flats, was overturned in the High Court and turned in to some kind of school...
 
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