The house in which we stayed in the small Derbyshire mill village featured this little chappie. We didn't find out who it was.
In the morning I took the children to a picturesque playground, where this path led to an impromptu campsite, with carvan and tent.
On our final day we went for a long country walk into the nearby hills overlooking the village. We set off through back lanes, where this resident wished to remind us which country we were in. I hadn't forgotten.
This rock formation recalled the faces on Tomi Ungerer's Fog Island.
As it seems always to be, spring was in full bloom.
The view from the playground.
On our way up the hill.
We lunched at the top of a rock formation at the top of a hill.
Rock fences overgrown with moss.
Derbyshire 1, Australia nil.
On board a grounded train carriage presenting the meaning of various public walk signs.
The final leg of the journey took us along a canal, with little ducklings.
Reward of Devonshire tea.
Back to our residence. In Industrial days, I'd be back up to the top floor to work on my weaving.
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