Now and again I get the urge to go up to Heptonstall for a walk. (note that I didn't say "walk up to Heptonstall" - the locals will know why...take the steepest hill you can imagine and make it even steeper. Add a few cobbles and you're good to go! Or not.)
The plan was to get there just before sunset. And we did. About 3 minutes before the sun disappeared behind the hills. And all my photos are blurry and nasty. So I decided to go on a monochrome expedition instead.
Just want to point out that it's only about 4:30 in these pics...
Heptonstall is basically one street full of beautiful and extremely old houses. From time to time you get a glimpse inside one of them and let me tell you, they are the embodiment of cosy.
You get the occasional eerie passage or alley, but you know there's a nice warm pub at the end of the street with a roaring fire where people will be playing Irish folk music and everything will be ok again.
One of these Christmas lights is actually the moon. Can you guess which one?
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I've posted more photos on my Flickr page if you want to take a look! Oh and don't worry, this blog is still about furniture and house stuff! Promise! Evidence coming very soon!
Caroline ! tes photos sont incroyables ! je suis bouche bée devant mon écran et là -maintenant - tout de suite- j'aimerais prendre mes gants et mon écharpe pour t'accompagner dans tes expéditions photographiques !
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