like if you were gonna for a walk, where would you go?
i walk around rivington.
some rich old bugger in the 1900s spent a fortune building a load of fake castles and cool looking footbridges there for no good reason.
been walking around there since i could walk, everything is dilapidated and bollocksed now but it adds to the charm. there used to be a mosaic the size of a 5 a side pitch but it’s been slowly chipped away for mementos, only a few patches left.
my dad saw hawkwind play from sunset to sunrise on the roof of this building there -
you can see the hill from 50 miles south on a clear day, and when we came home from holiday in wales as a kid my mum would always say ‘there’s our hill, we’re nearly home’. there;s been a beacon tower on it for a millennia. it’s among the best places in the world.
sorry drunk & maudlin today.