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Post by sc on Apr 24, 2016 8:33:43 GMT
Hey up, I thought Id walk up tut river (Cruise) stop by a catholic church, enjoy a northern pint but not upt near tourest trap of Crucible. Gave tuppence to the street sellers (beggers) and sit down outside cafe int Jewish quarter whilst snow blows over cobbled streets. Ill pop to Iceland and look for Rick too. Champion. Yes , standing stone will be taking my walking boots and there are a few things in the city I want to see, it was the hub of the steel industry after all I haven't been to Sheffield in years but did visit back in the early '80's and loved it. Best experience I've had with the Police in the whole Country. We used to go rock climbing along Stanage Edge, camp at Eyam, and drink at Stoney Middleton. One evening we all went into Sheffield, the group went back to camp at closing time but a friend and I decided we'd go clubbing and the group would pick us up in the morning. We went to a club (£1 entrance fee and first drink was free), after about an hour we both got bored and decided to walk back to the camp (about 15 miles). Whilst walking in the wrong direction out of town a Police car pulls up and asks what we were doing, my friend blags it and pretends we'd driven in had too much to drink and were walking home. Asked where we had left the car, he says, can't remember, I've had too much to drink, (I'm sensing a night in the cells is coming). The Policeman invites us into his car and drives us towards the Derbyshire border, he has no authority to go further, then crosses the border, telling us "For God's sake don't tell anyone" and drops us about a mile and half from camp. We start walking towards camp then another Police car pulls up from Derbyshire Police, tells us to hop in and takes us all the way to the camp site. For me the Yorkshire and Derbyshire Police showed themselves as brilliant human beings, much like all the people in that area and a wonderful area the Peak District is. Love them Love it  |
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Post by deserttraveller on Apr 24, 2016 11:23:00 GMT
Ah this reminds me of caving days on Mendip in the 80s. The pub at Green Ore was about a country mile from our bunk house and one day he had had a cart race , pulled by us to the pub and there was the usual pub lock after in til about 1am and we 'walked' back along a straight through Road.
Came out of the pub it was mendip pea souper, making the journey back really hazardous- the carts and us were dark with no lights in the fog and we'd had more than a few! Any way The Old Bill turns up, "Right lads (and 3 girls) I've been worried about you lot. This is really dangerous, cars wont be expecting you on this fast road at this time of the morning, this the problem with lock ins" Oh Bugger we thought. He said cross to other side of the road, not facing oncoming traffic and he put the blues on and drove slowly behind us, escorting us until we reached the bunkhouse. Sensible rural policing at its best, the local caving club gave the local Police charity a donation afterwards. Happy memories of good times.
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Post by sc on Apr 24, 2016 12:50:13 GMT
Good days DT and amazing how a simple and easy good deed can influence the recipient throughout their life |
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Post by Zenrider on Apr 26, 2016 5:45:51 GMT
No offence intended Zenrider but it is a fact ....... sorry None taken, as I'm sure the Italians consider people from the UK tourists too.  Take the back roads when you can, and eat where the locals eat as often as possible. That's true no matter where you go. |
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Post by sc on Apr 26, 2016 7:18:14 GMT
No offence intended Zenrider but it is a fact ....... sorry None taken, as I'm sure the Italians consider people from the UK tourists too. Take the back roads when you can, and eat where the locals eat as often as possible. That's true no matter where you go. Very true |
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