Monday, December 1, 2014

Three bicycling generations in the Peak District

Misty magical - so memorable .. my heart is bursting with happiness!

Yesterday we hired bicycles from the wonderful staff at Parsley Hay and we travelled as a family on a journey of love and history and disused railway lines and stories with no beginnings or endings through a Derbyshire cloud enveloping us in a comforting blanket of wonder.

It was one of those days where the decision to commence our journey by turning right out of Parsley Hay to a plate of sticky date pudding and a pint of Buxton Moor Top at 'The Royal Oak' (Hurdlow) turned out to be an extremely good one!!!!

Warmed to the very cockles of our hearts, we headed back into the mist along gravel pathways framed with trees and stonewalls

... and cuttings and bracken.

At a fork in the road I gazed at my beautiful son and mother pondering on the 'what next' and I couldn't help but feel the power of love that keeps us connected whichever end of life we're at with our family.

This child of mine spends his summers chucking himself down mountains on bicycles in British Columbia ...

... but here in the Peak District, he and his grandmother shared a different life journey as they travelled around one of the most beautiful places in the world, on a bicycle so magically built for two.


(and by the most amazing 'instagram' happenstance, after 'instagramming' a couple of the above shots I have come across this amazing guy ... Ole Kassow)