Took a walk yesterday with Helen, following the towpath of the Calder & Hebble Navigation from Salterhebble to Elland and on to Brighouse. When I used to write walking books, every walk had to have a title: ‘In the footseps of the Brontës’, for example, or ‘Milltown memories’, etc. If the walk to Brighouse had a title, it would be ‘Urban decay’. But we saw a pair of gooseanders in brilliant winter plumage, a gang of long-tailed tits and a grey wagtail. We looked for kingfishers (an angler assured us he’d already seen them), but didn’t find any.
At Brighouse, in search of tea, cake and free wifi, we popped into the Villain Café, which opened recently to meet the town’s long-felt need for a goth-themed eatery. The decor was purple and black, and the walls were lined with pictures of Hannibal Lector, Freddy Krueger and various serial killers. The decor in the upstairs room included a full-sized coffin…
The lighthouse, Portpatrick...
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