One of the best things about where we live now is the fact that we are very close to the North Pennines, an "area of outstanding beauty." I love it's bleakness and "away from it all" atmosphere, something that is rare to find in England where our pretty places can get more crowded than The Monument tube station during the rush hour.
Last Saturday afternoon, which was probably the final fine day of the year, the MadGang set out on an invigorating eight mile yomp across the moors above Edmundbyers ending up at The Punch Bowl Inn for a refreshing pint of Consett ale (as is the tradition).
Half way through the following photographic record of our expedition you will come across three pictures of a small, brick building. This is a netty. I'm sure you do not need me to tell you what it's usage was.
The man setting fire to the heather is doing so deliberately.
DC stands for "District Council" and is on a boundary stone.
The photo of the pub at the end was not taken by me but lifted from Google.
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