Traces of 300 year old sweat

Much of the Peak District National Park in Staffordshire is now untouched countryside... so it's strange to think this was actually once an industrial heartland.  It is dotted with old diggings.

In the picture are the remains of the Dale Mine near Warslow.  Labourers started mining for lead there as far back as three hundred years ago.  You can just see in this photo (top right), the side of the spoil tip.
Odd to think that this solitary and quiet place was once the scene of much sweating and groaning by many men!

Magdalen's feast

I seem to have gotten into the habit of collecting Magdalens.  St Mary Magdalene is always featured in Crucifixion scenes, weeping bitterly at the feet of Christ - as she is here in the east window in Seighford Church.
She always throws a long, bright splash of scarlet into the depiction, as she (traditionally) always had long red hair (as well as a scandalous previous life).  

July 22nd is her feast-day.  

See also:  Alrewas Magdalen; Mapleton Magdalen

Porch for decoration

This rather unusual trellis-style porch caught my eye as I strolled around Pattingham village.  It's purely decorative of course, as keeping the sunlight from blazing into the windows is not a major issue in south Staffordshire...
It's an attractive sight.

Dotting shadows

Another late-afternoon image. 
The hills in Ecton are open for wandering, being part of the Peak District National Park... though lots of ascents (and blessed descents) are in order. The views are long-ranging, and the history (lots of old copper mining and associated sites) fascinating.

I like this more 'short-range' view; it shows the long dotting shadows on the velvety green of the opposite hill.

Inspiration is Progress

The golden light of a sunset over the buildings at Staffordshire University still doesn't beautify them much...

The rather sinister-sounding slogan is to do with the new construction work going on on the site.

Gravestones on the move

This amazing summer blazes on, with yet another day in the twenties (Celsius).

This rather uncomfortable quartet of headstones is to be found at Norbury Church, where the authorities have decided (or were they pressured?) to uproot the stones, away from their original graves-sites to 'more secure' spots.  In many English churchyards, the oldest headstones are being moved - for fear that they might fall on somebody.

The Staffordshire historian Fred Hughes calls some instances of this policy "institutional vandalism".  The end-result, certainly, is appealing to nobody.

Country house living

One of the pleasant aspects of walking in the English rural footpaths is the sight of country houses in the distance... which gives one a sense of how it was a hundred years ago.

Most of these old houses have been re-purposed of course, and no longer belong to just one family.  Callingwood Hall in Tatenhill was split up into 'wings' - which were sold separately, as luxury accommodation.

Micro pub

A micro-pub is one that looks back to the very (very) old days - being more like a drinking parlour or beer-shop rather than the 'gastro-pub' so prevalent today. 
And, it's quite a new (if very old) concept...

The Crossways MicroPub in the centre of Blythe Bridge is, as you can see, pretty basic.  It's just an unadorned room, with no piped music - and with low prices (£2.80 a pint!).  The most exciting thing on offer, apart from the excellent (Peakstones Brewery) beer is ... card-games.

Will micro-pubs succeed?  The Crossways has only just opened, so it hasn't had to take on an English winter yet... but, yes, there is interest from the town.

Plenty of sun for 'glass-lands'

As we are experiencing something of a heatwave (well, for Britain anyway), the farmers who invested in solar-panel complexes must be thanking the gods of the weather for their good fortune!

I don't dislike these types of installations, which some environmentalists, however, refer to disparagingly as 'glass-lands'.  But, mostly, they seem to be laid out as sensitively as they can be.
And - let's face it - alternative energy sources must be found...

Rebels' bullet holes

The doors to the tower at St. John The Baptist in Mayfield bear distinct marks, as you can see.  They are a peculiar and historic form of vandalism - which is why they have not been repaired in over 250 years.
In fact, they are said to have been made by balls fired from muskets by frustrated rebels who were trying to frighten local villagers who had locked themselves in the church.  Quite what Bonnie Prince Charlie, the rebels' commander, thought of their actions is not recorded.
These 'scars of war' remain untouched to this day.