Glossop and friends.

We went from Manchester to Glossop to places souther I reckon. Two practicing adult artists we met in their own homes. One made sculptures and did prints. Another one produced glass-based items. You'd have liked it.

But this is my business - steady yourself over the fragments of Peak that follow:



This one was caught from the moving car. I love these walls, especially from far away, they cut the green so precisely from a plane.



This bench is at the back of a great farm shop where we lunched. For a lark, imagine yourself enjoying your favourite food with your best friends during the peak of your youth. Now collect your stuff and scroll down.



From the train window. Scary thought that we will all be dead one day isn't it?