Is Mecannylad just another Townie on a collision course with the countryside? Can he hack it in the bracing air of the fabulous Peak District? Will he survive amongst the farming set and their prize winning friesians? ....... This staunch Geordie carries fond memories from the gritty back streets of 1960`s Tyneside when a Big Mac was nothing more than a raincoat, a joint was only the Sunday roast and going all the way was simply staying on the bus until the terminus.
After five years travelling in these parts I really should have known better !
It was another lovely clear autumnal afternoon in the Peak District. The sort of day when you say to yourself , `Lets have the windows down; it could be the last time before winter sets in.` Then I felt what I thought was rain coming through the window and splashing on my specs.
Sods law for a second time today. As I wound up the window I looked over and realized I had just been overtaken by a fully laden cattle truck ….. with bovine mist freely drifting from it.