Landing Early

We didn't realise until the boarding lounge that our flight was stopping at Munich on the way to Manchester. We stayed on the plane while the German cleaning crew came through and then took off at dawn for an hour and quarter hop to England. As there was hardly anyone left on the plane we whizzed through immigration and were standing bleary in the arrival lounge waiting long before we were supposed to be. Car hire complete we drove off in an overpowered shoebox to the magical world of the High Peak, land of the second highest (above sea level) pub in Britain.

It's late summer so all the hedges are wildly overgrown, five metres high instead of the usual three, so visibility is reduced but the mad jumble of paddocks with sheep in the middle of suburbs both posh and poor is as delightful as last time.

Tony and Margaret (Susan's parents) have a small cottage halfway up a hillside outside Kettleshulme, the village where Susan grew up. The village is set halfway down a long narrow valley, you can walk for miles up and down the valley without hitting another village, but the nearest town of about ten thousand people is three miles away, and the closest city is seven miles with about three villages in between.

Susan, Lucy and I all struggled to stay awake until late afternoon, then the lag got us....

 

Posted from deepest mobility....