Middleport poppies weeping window

>>  Saturday, September 22, 2018

I was on the way up north with a friend and we drove past a sign that said parking for poppies.  So without any idea what it was about we followed it.  It took us to a carpark with a bus stop (and coffee stop).  The bus takes you to Middleport pottery.  We walked rather than get the bus, it took about 10 minutes.

The route is marked by poppies

And takes you past interesting sights.  I was in the right mood so it felt almost northerly spiritual.  In the wrong mood it would just be a shithole!


The poppy path leads you to the entrance  of Middleport potteries.  This is a nice place in its own right, craft shops, a tearoom, and a rather interesting steam engine room.

It is free to get in but you do need a ticket, I guess that is to control the numbers.

We were there before it opened on a very wet Sunday morning.  Being as the hoards had not yet arrived, they let us in.

We didn't stop at the shops but went straight to the exhibition.

These are the poppies from the Tower,
Middleport Pottery in Stoke-on-Trent is the last regional tour venue (until the 16th September 2019) before it moves to the Imperial War Museum London.

We wandered back through the wet pottery but didn't stop to shop.

It's quite atmospheric.
We walked back towards the carpark but detoured along the canal a little.

There was a boat there selling tea and staffordshire oatcakes. They are very good.    There was a tv crew about to go to the boat to film it, they were worthy of being filmed!

There is a viewing area on the canal side.

It was a nice break in a long journey.



>>  Sunday, September 16, 2018

It's been a while since I was out with my walking group,  I stepped up a group this time.  It was still a mid-range distance of 12 miles and height predicted 2000' (I think it was actually more than that) but this group is a renowned fast walk.

And at the pace they took off at I wondered if I would keep up
 There was an Ultra race happening  on our route too, so lots of runners going in the opposite direction with runners looking somewhere between me marvelling at them being incredibly fit and me wondering if I should be calling an ambulance.
 Anyhoo, back to me, Derbyshire is a beautiful part of the country.

Onward and upward we went. Past Pilsbury castle.

On every walk there seems to be that moment where you spot a hill that looks like it'd be hell to walk up and you just know that is where you are headed,

But once you start climbing the views make them worth it.

Parkhouse Hill is 1180' and Chrome Hill is 1394'  we went up and down both.

Going up didn't seem half so bad as coming down them.

I ended up sitting down to come some of the way down this one, it's actually quite scary and a skill I need to get better at.

But after every down there is another up.

It is a hill walking club they remind me when I huff and puff!!

I'm one of the youngest in this club and the 80+ year old was marching ahead of me.

These retired people are soooo fit.

It's odd to look back and marvel at the hill you just climbed but the scale of it never seems real.

And still there is always another to look forward to!

As we came back to civilisation we saw a real well.

We were on the homeward straight (up)

To the highest village in Britain.

Even the cemetery had amazing views.

What a glorious part of the country.  25C on a Sunny Sunday afternoon and hardly a sole around.  Other parts of the Peaks would have been heaving with people and yet it felt like we had it all to ourselves.

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