Bradfield and Milton

Four friends of Nic Hill have started to meet for a gentle walk every month. Our November amble took us above High Bradfield and in to a little wooded clough, below Brown House, that I had not previously visited. When I returned with a camera it was good to see that the recent storms had not stripped all the leaves from the beech trees.

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Unfortunately the little valley had such steep sides that I was unable to get down to water level and had to photograph from above with a medium telephoto lens.

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For me, there are few more beautiful sights than a beech tree ablaze in autumn colours.

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On a less exuberant note, Graham and I had visited the Milton Mausoleum the previous week.

http://www.visitchurches.org.uk/Ourchurches/Completelistofchurches/Milton-Mausoleum-Markham-Clinton-Nottinghamshire/

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The exterior is austere in a, much-patched, neo-classical style while the interior has great elegance softened by the degradation of the stone and brickwork as a result of the salts leaching out of the building fabric. It felt just like home. Lots of dust!

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The stairs to the small gallery were on a more human scale.

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The monument to the late Duke's wife and still born twins, with a beautiful angel pointing towards heaven, is touching, forlorn and dusty.

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Forlorn and dusty is a good epithet for the Eagle Aqueduct, just outside Nerja, where Brenda and I have recently sojourned.

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Our holiday accommodation was not quite as described in the brochure.

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