Just because I missed most of spring this year, here are a few photos from the Churnet Valley in Staffordshire: one of those gently beautiful bucolic places which, with its
railway line and canal, was once an industrial site with very little time for relaxation. In spring 2013 it was awash with forget-me-nots, bluebells, wild garlic, steam enthusiasts and drinkers.
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Not dead, having a dirt-bath. |
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Harold Wilson's ghost |
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