About time for a new walk, I think. Since that burst of sun on Sunday it’s been a bit dour here in Sheffield, enlived only by the discovery of that Han Solo spoiler (top) down by the Premier Store.
In truth, any news about Star Trek would be a spoiler as I haven’t watched any of the series on Netflix, focusing my evenings on the “classics” like Apocalypse Now (rubbish) and The Hurt Locker (rubbish).
On Wednesday, we explored Fox Hill to the north of Hillsborough, on the basis that our emergency plumber (something to do with water) used to live there before upgrading to Ecclesfield due to a better chippy.
Fox Hill is on this map, honest; it’s named after the Fox & Hounds, which will be 763rd on my list of Sheffield pubs to visit after re-opening.
But it seems to be a suburb of Birley Edge, which is itself a suburb of Southey, about which I knew nothing before studying Wiki just now.
Shiny new health centre and housing, primary school, one pub, one social club, and a Chinese takeaway with a recent hygiene rating of 1 out of 5. Mmmm.
No wonder folk here stick to eating Bueno bars, the wrappers littering the bumpy Hagg Hill on the road to the Spitfire Graveyard (the cars, not the beer).
We stuck to the well-marked footpaths along Back Edge, whose info board needs a clean.
Five minutes from pub to rocky outcrops, which is why we moved north.
It’s great, springy walking, but you haven’t got a clue where you are.
“Is that Hillsborough over there ?”
“Is that the sea ?”
“I need the loo“
After 40 minutes we reached the edge of Greno Woods, which you’ll remember from last week. Possibly.
Mrs RM tells me she walked off 607 calories on this trip, enough to earn 2 cans of Tiny Rebel Bubble Gum Stout.
Good work, Mrs RM. Mind, after another close encounter of the bull kind on the return leg along Beeley Wood she needed something rather stronger than Bubble Gum Stout. Which is why pubs MUST open next month.