Rocky to Rocks Walk, Todmorden

In keeping with Thomas Lord I remembered there’s a small patch of grass from the Lord’s Cricket Ground at Todmorden cricket club. I went to have a look to see if it was still there (it was) - a wee fence marking it out in front of the clubhouse. While there I looked around and decided to walk up to the rocks on the opposite valley side. I had a Rocky biscuit and thought I wouldn’t munch it until I reached the rocks. Here are some photos from the Rocky to Rocks walk.

First I called in at Christchurch Church where my folks got married and went on to produce two kids. Following tradition I did a salute, said "Hello Jean, I miss you very much" (I didn't call her mum) and then did another four salutes to the four war graves in the graveyard. If those men had lived who knows what other lives would have followed behind like vapour trails. Before heading up the hill I passed the blue plaque remembering the former home of Geoffrey Wilkinson who was brainy chemist (must have been important as he was knighted - and in the days before they weren’t too fussy about who they handed them out to.) I walked upwards throwing a glimpse at a mansion used in the film My Summer Of Love (it was filmed around Todmorden.) As I did some pointing and saluting for the camera a man with a dog stood across the railway bridge giving me odd looks. I’m used to it and passed him by though if people ask what I'm doing I normally tell them I’m a private investigator and cannot prevail upon them what I’m investigating.

Up and up I went, panting a little above the sounds of a thrilling play set in pea-soup fog in 1930's London. Up a dirt track and more pointing and posing at the camera stopped an approaching woman and she turned around and disappeared down a narrow path (the usual effect on women.) I paused by Toblerone Rock as I like the small triangles at its base and considered that a triangle is probably the only musical instrument I could master. I was carrying a whistle but I have not yet had use for it. I thought of blowing it as I passed some alpacas as they’ve probably never heard a whistle but I thought it might scare them into aborting unborn babies in their wombs.

Eventually I got up to the rocks and had to scramble to the top. I’ve written my will so if I fell and broke my neck at least the government wouldn't get my meagre assets (dad, my will is behind my computer screen (please burn the artistic magazines under my bed without looking at them (I’ve always like donkeys.)) The photographs don’t show how forceful the wind was up there. I had to take about fifteen photos just to get one usable one. I put the camera on a timer a couple of times but it got blown over (I go through four cameras a year due to winds blowing them off surfaces.) From the rocks I could see the cricket clubhouse and knew the small rectangle of turf from Lord’s cricket ground lay there. I ate the Rocky biscuit and it tasted jolly good.