02.11.15 — Journal

Autumn In Worsthorne

Just yesterday, after suffering a mild bout of cabin fever due to my recovery from the 24 sleepless hours of Fright Night, I decided that it looked like a nice day, and so I grabbed my camera (and my dad) for a wander through my pretty home village of Worsthorne.

As cities like Manchester and Leeds suffered under a dense blanket of fog, the misty atmosphere and dulled autumn sun made for perfect conditions for a few lovely photos. Our route took us out of the village and to the tiny neighbouring Elizabethan village of Hurstwood, where we stopped for a recovery brew and a chat with the lovely people at Hurstwood Church. Their tea rooms are open from 1:30pm – 4pm every weekend, and their delicious tea and scones are provided on a donation system. I found that I had better mobile signal in this tiny church just outside a forest than I did in my own house, so I might have to keep nipping on down of a weekend to enjoy some afternoon tea and get some work done!

Anyway, without much further ado, here’s a few of my favourite photos from my little wander. I did also take some on my film camera (which still contains some photos from Germany and Portugal I believe), which I shall be getting developed as soon as I can be bothered to nip into town to get them processed…

The countryside
Leaving the village
This looks deceivingly warm
The old oak tree
Hello there
Goodbye, Hurstwood

Before I leave, I also should note that I haven’t forgotten about my website updates – my travel and photography sections are coming very soon! I just have to find time between the relentless Design Council work and the long countryside walks I have to complete to take my mind off the work…