Way back in the dark days of WWII there was a time when invasion by Germany seemed inevitable. Our proud, stiff upper-lipped civilian population vowed of course to resist to the end in any way they could.
The true extent of the stern resistance planned by the villagers of the Peak District became evident the other day when a local farmer emptied an old barn originally belonging to his Grandfather. The Grandpa was an upstanding member of the Eyam Home Guard and his `mission` by all accounts was to confuse any German infiltrators by dismantling all road signs.
70 years on the barn was choc –a bloc with these old signs.
All in remarkable condition …. So the next time you are at a crossroads in rural Derbyshire and unsure which road to take; you now know why.
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.
