Berry Lane
A view along Berry Lane.
The result of livestock's indifference to dry stone walls over decades.
View to the West, toward Wharncliffe Crags, from Berry Lane.
Abandoned trailer.
A nice bit of dry stone walling. Fields around here are often bordered by such walls, which are probably in excess of a hundred years old. Unmortared, they occasionally—and unsurprisingly—require repair.
Grazing sheep to the north.
View approximately south-west. Over the brow of the rising land is Wharncliffe Chase—where m'lord used to hunt deer—leading to the Crags.
The lane descends towards the village of Howbrook.
I shall remember this moment of peace: the silence, the twilight, the strawberries, the bowl of milk. Your faces in the evening light. Mikael asleep, Jof with his lyre. I shall try to remember our talk. I shall carry this memory carefully in my hands as if it were a bowl brimful of fresh milk. It will be a sign to me, and a great sufficiency. —from Ingmar Bergman's Seventh Seal |
Part of Roaming South Yorkshire.