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A Perfect Sunday

The walk began from Wheston Bank and Tidza Ramblers needed to be in Peak Forest at half past twelve. We chatted with dry stone wallers. Cries of alarm came from rooks that were circling above their nests in an attempt to ward off a buzzard.

It was good to see familiar faces in the churchyard in readiness for the second annual parish boundary walk. Standing outside on a fine spring day Simon’s words of appreciation for the beauty of the countryside and those who maintain it, had special resonance. Wormhill was now the destination and the route was through dales full of wild flowers where an ideal picnic spot had been chosen. It was a novelty to have gentlemen offering assistance over tricky stiles.

After the final climb, tea and homemade cakes in the village hall worked wonders. Unlike last year there was no musical accompaniment but with Simon’s perfect pitch and inimitable style of conducting, the rendering of How Great Thou Art by thirty five parishioners could not have been more fervent.

Helen Royle.