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We spent a morning in wellies, weighed down by cameras and tripods, exploring Water-cum-Jolly Dale and the first hints of autumn.
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It is hard to resist bumping up the saturation to turn dull rock into abstract art
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A little later we trotted down to Torquay to celebrate Graham's birthday and eventually found our way to Lupton House. A peeling Victorian pile in the throws of being saved by a gang of local volunteers.
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After a bite in the Fairy Tea Rooms we managed to evade the over-zealous receptionist and find a few places that gave a sense of when the house was occupied.
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Some parts of the house were still very much "work in progress".
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On our journey back to Sheffield we sought shelter from the storm in Worcester Cathedral and were guided to the crypt, as a part that had largely escaped Victorian restoration. It was simply magnificent; a little English Cordoba?
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I also manged to fit in a visit to Sowerby Bridge, near Halifax. A fine Yorkshire town with a river and a canal running through its heart.
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