My dad once told me that his Bury Grammar friends nicknamed him Sheep’s Arse, on account of the fact that he lived in Ramsbottom. Kids are cruel. I was called Nutty at my school, on account of a lack of imagination on the most part (most people were nicknamed… [see more]
I must admit, the name Worsley never filled me with anticipation. I’ve driven past the exit on the M62 hundreds of times, but recently I finally used it to visit the town. I was doubtful that it would be one of the best ideas anyone ever had, but you never… [see more]
Since moving back to the North West, I’ve heard a bit about Mam Tor, and its suitability as a photographic location. So, on one of the coldest and windiest days of the year, we had a family outing to the Hope Valley, and a walk along The Great Ridge.
Parking… [see more]