Rolls right off the tongue doesn't it?
I love words. Have I mentioned that?
Our cranky GPS rarely takes us to or from a place the same way twice. Keeps things fresh, know what I mean? So while we went to Manchester by major highway, we returned along a rural road through some rugged high country dotted with little hamlets like this one near Derbyshire. I really wanted to stop and get some shots in this one because this one had sheep.
Like many European country villages there was one main thoroughfare and I couldn't tell if the side streets were wide enough or two way etc until it was too late to turn down them. This really exasperated one son who shall remain nameless, but you can boo at him here just the same. ; ) I may or may not have passed up an additional dozen or two farm drives because it was impossible to tell if the drives were truly drives or closed gates. Hence we traveled a couple miles out of town before I had a big ol' public drive to turn around in and head back to those sheep. I am nothing if not cautious. (...worry wart, overthinker, scaredy-cat, whatever <g>)
We parked on a wayside initially and Alannah and I walked a quarter mile back to the pasture we saw them at the first pass by. They were no longer by the road however. They had ambled alllllll the way up the hillside. Contrary to what that son might tell you, I wasn't gone that long turning around. They made good time moving uphill though. So after some grumbling between us we hightailed it back to the vehicle and into town.
The little town was classic, sort of post industrial, though some old buildings date back to the 1600's. Just what I would have pictured. We walked for a bit and then headed off. Most of the passengers fell fast asleep but, my adventures in U-turning now forgotten, son and I enjoyed some very Colorado-esque views from the top of whatever wild barren hill we were on.