Usually the number of photos I take is proportional to the ambient temperature, especially more photos taken when I don't have the faff of constantly removing gloves. Today seemed to be an exception - there was a cutting little wind most of the time, enough to make gloves desirable. But, I have now started using the TZ 40 after the recent TZ 100 debacle and find it much more friendly. It is smaller and goes into a more convenient belt pouch that has an easy to open and close Velcro lid compared with the awkward zip on the larger TZ100 pouch. All the settings are more intuitive and I have developed a fondness almost to the point of anthropomorphism. I took even more photos than shown here, although you may not think I have been selective enough.
BC takes more photos than me - my activity tends to tail off towards the end of the day as pleasant tiredness and thoughts of a forthcoming hot bath take over.
We are getting into hillier country providing more interest and contrasting views. Pendle Hill has dominated this walk for some time and continued to do so.
At a farm a tractor was hooked up to a pump and fireman's type hose pumping presumably slurry. We followed the hose becoming more and more intrigued by the distance it was covering and at one point it had sprung a leak with foul yellow liquid jetting across our path - a wide berth was taken. The hose must have covered half a kilometre until we saw it a field away from our path hooked up to another tractor. We guessed that there was an attachment to distribute the slurry as the tractor would cruise up and down the field. Despite both of us having years of experience trogging across countryside we had never seen anything like this before. Unfortunately it seemed tractor number two was still waiting for full pressure (we guessed) and we were not able to see the anticipated action.
As we came into Nelson walking through part of Lomeshaye Industrial Estate a huge factory network appeared with the name Wellock who it turns out supply a wide range of vegetables and foodstuffs to end users. I think BC may post more history, but I said to him as we walked past that I had done business over twenty years ago with a modest family firm of potato merchants with the same name running only two small lorries, and I surmised that the names were just coincidental, but BC's research tells me that they are one and the same and my modest father and son family affair has grown into this massive enterprise with huge factory space and thirty or so prestigious commercial vehicles.
|Crossing the A59 - now moving into hillier country|
|Kemple End and Longridge Fell. Whalley (I think) in the valley|
|Any guesses what this contraption is (or was?)|
I wonder if SkipXpress know where this one is?
|There was a definite smell of gas on the bridge just beyond. We were puzzled that this had not been tackled more urgently, fortunately neither of us smoke or I might not have been typing this|
|We followed the hose for half a kilometre or so. It became pressurised as we walked|
|Slurry jetting from a leak|
|Zoom to hose now hooked to tractor number two. We were intrigued hoping to see it do its stuff wondering how exactly this could work, but we reckoned full pressure had not been achieved before it was out of our range.|
|20 x zoom with my modest TZ40 (my new friend)|
|Dean Farmhouse - 1574 - the extension on the right was added in the 19th Century|
|More guardians a bit further on|
|Pendle Hill overlooking part of the wide expanse of the Sabden valley. That valley, or large flattened bowl is not so apparent on the map but its scale made a strong impression on us|
|BC capturing sunlight on catkins.|
The sun only appeared for us during the last hour of our walk
|Straight purple lines = one mile north and south of green grid line 38 we are following|