Lesley's & my schedules didn't match up on this occasion, so the boys and I set off down the Goyt Valley and up the hillside through Strines and Strines station. The platform on the latter is long enough to moor up half a carriage, Bank Holiday Sunday and, in the time it took me to gasp my way up past it, a train destined for Manchester and one for Sheffield. Amazing - I was in the middle of nowhere. Burst out of the top of the track into Brook Bottom andthere was a pub, the Fox Inn. Didn't go in though 'cause it's no fun without my sidekick.
Private fishing lake with dovecot island
Strine Hall
Brook Bottom
Somewhere in between
The river Goyt
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