Sunday 10 February 2008

Walking the old train route from Hadfield

Defor gets to run good run here, there's plenty of rabbits for him to chase which is good exercise for him, not that he needs it with the miles he covers with me.


Just a dusting of snow on top of the moors


One of the old train bridges


All the bridges and more besides are made from local quarried stone. The edges are dressed simply like this on many buildings, some of the farms have big gate posts made many years before these and the edges are dressed the same. Maybe it's a long lost local traditions I've ask about but no one seems to know.. Any ideas.

9 comments:

dot said...

Maybe there was only one person who knew how to do it so he taught his method to everyone else. I think they look real nice. I like the train bridge.

Anonymous said...

The dressed stone looks nice but I am guessing it must be more than looks as it would take some considerable effort to dress them down like these are.

lv2scpbk said...

Great scenic views. I like the black and white tunnel photo.

thyme said...

To make the sides even a lot of stone has to be chopped off, right?
Maybe there was this one stone quarrier who reasoned that it was less effort and also looks decorative to leave two sides of the cornerstones rough like this.

Coy Hill said...

Interesting and beautiful stone work. As Abe said is would have taken much effort to dress them in this way.

I love your scenic shots of the green fields with the snow dusted moors behind, simply beautiful!

DeeMom said...

Defour has a wonderful place to frolic

The stone work is awesome for sure, as to the why and wherefores no clue here

imac said...

Defor enjoying himself I see.
Great work there Pete, my fav is the B/W bridge, close followed by the snow dusting on mountains, but all good work. Credit due to you young man.lol.

Patty said...

The old train bridge looks so lonely. Nice photos.

Max-e said...

Peter you certainly cover a lot of ground in your travels. Intersting post and beautiful scenery.
The stone work seems to be a lost art. Everything today is instant and somehow not as attractive or enduring