There's a small chance this might be my last post for a couple of weeks, what with A level exams and Glastonbury. But then there'll be all the time in the world, to film films and take photos and do anything and go anywhere.
Today we caught trains to Hope, and Castleton, from Nottingham and Manchester, meeting in the middle (ish).We went up the Devil's Arse and saw Byron's signature, I had my first legal drink in Ye Olde Nag's Head (my birthday, yet another revision distraction) and climbed a steep hill to a stony castle. There were jackdaws everywhere, they roost in the caves.
Certainly a better way to pass a day than writing out criticisms of deep ecology on post it notes.
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