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.
You linked to my Sheffield Flood post. Do you think there might be an opening for a new online reference facility called Yorkipedia? I love those old guideposts in Bradfield parish and it's nice that somebody keeps renewing the paint. How about a picture of Auntie Jean and Uncle Brian?
ReplyDeleteI haven't got their permission (and haven't asked for it, either) to post a picture of Jean and Brian...
DeleteA Yorkipedia would certainly fill up quickly with very interesting and sometimes entertaining content, provided by you!
What have Uncle Brian and Auntie Jean got to hide? Are they insurance fraudsters or maybe bandits? You could also contribute to Yorkipedia Miss Arian - covering Ripon, York and places in between plus the construction of the new Yorkshire embassy in Ludwigsburg. I understand that the ambassador's quarters are excessively luxurious!
DeleteEspecially the contents of the wardrobe! Rumour has it that the ambassador simply can't get enough of pretty dresses, and the embassy will be fitted with an extra room for her outfits alone.
DeleteBy the way, my sister and I celebrated Yorkshire Day in style by going for icecreams and cocktails at Ludwigsburg's finest icecream parlour.
I hope you were wearing your flat caps and saying "Ee by gum" all the time.
DeleteHello Meike,
ReplyDeleteWhat glorious open countryside you indulge us with here. Clearly your Aunt and Uncle were the perfect companions for exploring this wonderful landscape and for giving you such a wealth of historical information.
As for us, we are sure that we should have been absolutely dying for the respite offered by a village pub.......but that will be in the next post....
Hello Jane and Lance,
DeleteThey were indeed the perfect companions! I just wish I could spend more time with them, and I keep working on convincing them to pay us a visit over here, where it would be me to give them a wealth of historical information and show them our Swabian countryside.
Ah...dry stone walls and sheep. Happy memories. After a rather boozy pub lunch, we bought one of those sheep. It travelled home in the back of the car, and become a family pet.
ReplyDeleteA sheep as a family pet? Your garden (or your house!) must be huge to afford enough space for a sheep. I bet it kept your lawn perfectly groomed!
DeleteSomehow I just can't imagine anyone keeping a sheep in an urban situation (unless in a freezer) but if that's the case I shall view Frances in a different light from henceforth.
DeleteGB, we lived in Norfolk at the time. The sheep was tethered, but escaped regularly to decimate the neighbours' strawberries. She was a bottle fed lamb when we bought her, and quite a lot of work. I must have been mad. I'm afraid it was the beer...
DeleteI bet you were a popular neighbour Frances!
DeleteLike you, Meike, this relative remoteness is more to my taste. You would love Rannoch Moor and the Scottish Highlands. One day perhaps?
ReplyDeleteIf the pictures on your blog are anything to go by (and I know they are), then I would certainly love Rannoch Moor and the Highlands. Never say Never, Graham!
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