Next morning we made another jaunt.
This time northwards and
upwards, up to Denshaw. With its population of five hundred people
Denshaw is celebrated for its annual brass band contest held on every Whit
Friday.
Frank was keen to point out the village shop. In November of
last year the Saddleworth Independent
reported:
Saddleworth’s most
remote village will have its own shop again soon as the disused public toilets
in the centre of the village are being converted into a new general store.
And so it came to pass.
It was beautiful sun-through-cloud morning, and looking
south the whole of Oldham and Manchester was set out before us. Higher still
along the road to Ripponden the grassland moors have turned to gold, shimmering
in the breeze. Westwards and almost hiding from us, Rochdale.
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| This is a landscape that will soon be a painting |
Twenty years on house prices have changed, and those lovely
mills that remain are now warehouses for mail order and online shopping. Every
village now has a posh café. What remains the same is this part of England having
easy and swift access to breath taking landscapes in rain or shine. I’ll be
back soon.
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