April 30th – The wind was so strong from the northeast that the usual descent from Aldershawe into ye olde city was more like a crawl. Stopping by the old lodge house at the northern gate, I noticed a view I hadn’t stopped to take in for years; the old lady of the vale in all her three-spired glory. Worth battling the wind for, and it did blow me back up Pipe Hill.

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