After leaving the grounds of St. Nicholas, we took a road leading out of High Bradfield up into open moorland. If you have been reading my blog for a while, maybe you know that I have a "thing" not only for doors and doorways and abandoned places, but also for wide open spaces (which is why the windswept headland of Scarborough Castle is still firmly anchored in my soul as one of my all-time favourite places).
Aunt Jean and Uncle Brian are both in their 70s, but very fit; they walk a lot, travel far and wide, and still take part in charity runs - in short: my kind of people!
Our walk lead us further up and then across narrower roads back down towards Low Bradfield, reaching it from the opposite end via Dale Dyke reservoir, where the Great Sheffield Flood in 1864 originated. Fellow blogger Yorkshire Pudding has written about the Great Flood several times, for instance here, which is why I already knew about it when Uncle Brian told us of the tragedy as we were walking along the reservoir.
Arriving at Low Bradfield again, everybody was ready for a bite to eat and a rest on the village green. That will be the subject of my next post.