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Late Doors

Babbling Brooks and Baying Rooks

The sound of the countryside. Appreciate its not everyone's thing but I count myself very fortunate to live in a town encompassed by about 270 degrees of green pastures of various terrain. Even the Cleckheckmonsedge hinterland that shields the town from the twin quagmires of Bradford and Leeds is not without its  rural charm in places. We are even more fortunate to have the rolling ruggedness of the Pennines next to us whose foothills almost tumble into the street. So naturally ( or is that nurturally) i love the countryside.

Yesterday we had a ramble through the area occupying the space amongst the villages of Kirkburton, Emley, Flockton and Lepton. The views are stunning and high on Emley Moor beneath the mast the wind on even such a mild day blows and wraps the hair around your face as you survey the panorama around you. Its as if you can see out to the rest of the world

To the North West way beyond the hills around Halifax I imagine Grind is still clearing his roof of snow and Cuts on his bike along the "Noi Joisey" shoreline. Moving swiftly across Bradford that dips behind the hill line there's Otley where PM is harnessing the hounds and Bully is putting away the bunting at the Ilkley Con club. Further over the brow eastwards Dock and family take the greyhound along the boutique shop lined streets of Chapel Allerton passing Butts buying supplies at the Artisan Bakers. I can almost smell the flour amongst the cattle soddened grass of the moor beneath us.

As i turn my head slightly to the right I imagine Elland Road tantalisingly hidden beneath the mound of Morley.  To the  East beyond where Codge studiously hits a typewriter, Foz contemplates his next haircut and Heyho plots urban development resistance lay the flatlands of York and then the seas off Brid and Scabby.

The  black shadows of Ferry Bridge and Draks power stations nestle in the hazy yonder south east near Pontefract where Sheeps is on a ladder repairing the roof or something.

The Motorway strings a line in the distance and i turn to the South to follow it behind me and beyond the huge mast of the Emley Moor transmitter which towers above us.

Miles further than the eye can see even at this height is the South. I imagine Badger mending his scooter and Carp is preparing a hog roast for a client. Nearer afield slightly to the West beyond the visible outskirts of Sheffield I picture the Birdinbury Social preparing for its AGM and FC striding towards the club with a paper under his arm, perhaps whistling.

Now turning Westwards lay the Midlands and their funny talking natives. I can see the Derby peaks crashing into the Pennines like some eternal battle but I imagine beyond there  in the Potteries is a lad shaving his body hair and polishing his wooden jewellery. This is how you all spend your lives isnt it ?

"What are you smiling at" asks MrsD  as the wind around us drops to reveal the purr of a tractor. I daren't tell her, she wouldn't believe me anyway. They never do when you tell them what you are  really thinking so it isn't worth it most of the time. She doesn't even know who Dalek is as i wonder just where he lives and fits into this.

Casting a sweeping gaze behind us and to our right along the Western sentries of the Pennines I try to pick out our home area in West Huddersfield but it is lost in the undulations of this rhythmic land.

Yes indeed, very very lucky.

And I guess  the moral of this story i suppose is if you want me to think about you as i gaze around the country then post up  
Dock

Great post LD! Anytime looking out over the hills and valleys around here, be it atop an urban vantage point or out in the country, is a break from the relentless flummery of modern life and the landscapes provide a quantum of solace and a reminder to not take all the other crap seriously as we are but passing this life for a short period.

PS As for perusing the boutiques of CA with my dog, that idle fecker is sofa-bound after his early morning run and god help anybody who tries to encourage him off of it for a bit of window browsing.  

PPS Even though Chapel Allerton is nice it's slowly losing some of its charm, as we are to be treated to a monumentally unwelcome supermarket development, the parking in the area is choked already, and the price of beer is ridiculous in most of the bars. I would gladly take a bus or taxi into town rather than feel fleeced by a walk to a pub in CA. The businesses and bars bite the local hands that feed them, which will eventually work against them and fuck everything up if you ask me.................I know you won't! Soz, tangent rant over!

Again, Ta for posting!
sheeps

*falls off roof*
bearing

How rude, I'm not from the Potteries!
Dock

bearing wrote:
How rude, I'm not from the Potteries!


Potteries, Stafford, Birmingham. All the same place innit? Defo same accent.
sheeps

Dock wrote:
bearing wrote:
How rude, I'm not from the Potteries!


Potteries, Stafford, Birmingham. All the same place innit? Defo same accent.


All wankers n'all
Dock

sheeps wrote:
Dock wrote:
bearing wrote:
How rude, I'm not from the Potteries!


Potteries, Stafford, Birmingham. All the same place innit? Defo same accent.


All wankers n'all


Yep.
Late Doors

bearing wrote:
How rude, I'm not from the Potteries!


'course you're not . I mean whoever's heard of Staffordshire Pottery ?
bearing

Late Doors wrote:
bearing wrote:
How rude, I'm not from the Potteries!


'course you're not . I mean whoever's heard of Staffordshire Pottery ?


Point of order!

I am from the County town and not one of the five towns (although there are six) made famous by Arnold Bennett!

The potteries are made up of Tunstall, Burslem, Hanley, Stoke, Fenton and Longton.

Mind you, I'd expect nothing less from a native of Kirklees!
Grind

Do these count?



* Not Staffordshire, but Hillsborough County, NH. *
Cutsyke

Very nice. I've never ridden down the shore. I've been off my bike so long that might be a good place to start. Appear to have shingles so it might be a little longer yet before I'm out there.

You've got great countryside in Yorkshire. Over here it's wild. You go to just about any park or right of way it's fucking trees, trees and more trees. Rolling hils, yep full of fucking trees.

I've been watching that Pennie Way on iPlayer. Kids look at me like 'Why did you leave there?' Good question eh?

Lovely post that.

Have a look at Caught By The River website, there'll be lots on there you might enjoy. Good selection of books.
Late Doors

Shingles eh? aww man that's crap. I've already bookmarked that website but not got round to giving it the time it deserves yet but i will, cheers anyway.

It 's like we have our very own Wikipedia amongst us . You seem to have overlooked the sub text t'b. Ill spell it out for you. That marginal geographical segregation might make a difference to a tiny minority of parochial clayheads but to the rest of the known universe and beyond its all the fucking same

spot on with the local business biting the hands that feed Dock

Do these count as what Grind  
soz for being a bit fik like
Grind

They're the bear necessities of life.
Cutsyke

I got that, it's a nice sentiment and part of the reason I waste so much time on the www, it bridges the gap with home.
Dock

bearing wrote:
Late Doors wrote:
bearing wrote:
How rude, I'm not from the Potteries!


'course you're not . I mean whoever's heard of Staffordshire Pottery ?


Point of order!

I am from the County town and not one of the five towns (although there are six) made famous by Arnold Bennett!

The potteries are made up of Tunstall, Burslem, Hanley, Stoke, Fenton and Longton.

Mind you, I'd expect nothing less from a native of Kirklees!


I don't know anything about Arnold Bennett. But ALAN Bennett was invented in Leeds. Stoke was also invented in Leeds. And Staffordshire Pottery was as well. If you don't believe me, ask Mick.
smiling badger

Really good thread LD nice one.
The Scooter that you saw me tinkering with is coming on nicely and hopefully will be back on the road very soon!
MOT over the weekend if i get time and ready for the summer real!
bearing

Dock wrote:
bearing wrote:
Late Doors wrote:
bearing wrote:
How rude, I'm not from the Potteries!


'course you're not . I mean whoever's heard of Staffordshire Pottery ?


Point of order!

I am from the County town and not one of the five towns (although there are six) made famous by Arnold Bennett!

The potteries are made up of Tunstall, Burslem, Hanley, Stoke, Fenton and Longton.

Mind you, I'd expect nothing less from a native of Kirklees!


I don't know anything about Arnold Bennett. But ALAN Bennett was invented in Leeds. Stoke was also invented in Leeds. And Staffordshire Pottery was as well. If you don't believe me, ask Mick.


Arnold Bennett, the chap they named an omelette at the Savoy after.
fartcatcher

the trouble with the Midlands is not it's flatness compared with the North, but it's domination by agribusiness. Huge fields of oilseed rape, fields of wheat, fields of beans, the occasional field of sheep and the odd tree or if you're lucky a little wood, then more fields of oilseed rape.

I miss not necessarily the hills and mountains of Yorkshire but the fact that it's a bit unplanned, jumbled and haphazard.

Scenery round here is predictable. You're ride over the brow of a hill on your bike and your view is identical to the one you left behind.

One of the better bits is Cannock Chase in Bearingshire.
Plastic Man

fartcatcher wrote:
You're ride over the brow of a hill on your bike and your view is identical to the one you left behind.

One of the better bits is Cannock Chase in Bearingshire.


That's novel. How have you found going dogging on a bike?
fartcatcher

Plastic Man wrote:
fartcatcher wrote:
You're ride over the brow of a hill on your bike and your view is identical to the one you left behind.

One of the better bits is Cannock Chase in Bearingshire.


That's novel. How have you found going dogging on a bike?


not to be tried without crash helmet and stabilisers

I have a big hooter on the front so that people know I'm coming.
bearing

Bloody nora, Stan Collymore makes a silly mistake and forever the beautiful vista that is Cannock Chase is tarred with the dogging tag...

BASTARD!
Dock

bearing wrote:
Bloody nora, Stan Collymore makes a silly mistake and forever the beautiful vista that is Cannock Chase is tarred with the dogging tag...

BASTARD!


And the infamous Cannock Chase murderer Raymond Morris. It's tarred with that as well. Just saying like.
bearing

Dock wrote:
bearing wrote:
Bloody nora, Stan Collymore makes a silly mistake and forever the beautiful vista that is Cannock Chase is tarred with the dogging tag...

BASTARD!


And the infamous Cannock Chase murderer Raymond Morris. It's tarred with that as well. Just saying like.


David Peace wrote about it didn't he and he's from West Yorkshire, so back at ya!
carp

Bluebells
Grind

carp wrote:
Bluebells


Yep, they're totally ace.

In the same part of the electromagnetic spectrum, we have some little blue/violet birds raiding our birdfeeder at the moment.

I think they might be indigo buntings - but whatever they might be, they're entertaining little buggers.
carp

Was in Balkans a few weeks back. Swallows and all types of finch very busy. Lovely to sit and watch with a cold pivo
fartcatcher

carp wrote:
Bluebells


85% of the world's bluebells are found in the UK.

Fact. definitely.
Grind

Invented in Leeds, prolly.
carp

Grind wrote:
Invented in Leeds, prolly.


Only the white ones?
Grind

carp wrote:
Grind wrote:
Invented in Leeds, prolly.


Only the white ones?


They were much better in the seventies.

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