rivington pike in winter - from great hill/white coppice (west pennines)
i don't normally get home-sick and i didn't take this picture. i was looking on the web to find some pics to show my kids - i used to play out on the moors and in the woods there for hours, with my sister and mates, from being about 7 or 8. long free summers where you made stuff up and explored in little gangs on missions. before everyone got the paranoia. then when i was about 15 or 16, with a couple of mates we'd go and sleep out all night - winter and summer - and get drunk on anything we could get served. from the pike you can see the curve of the irish sea, blackpool tower, snowdonia and the long, long line of the pennines and about four cities and fifteen towns, ragged concrete pools on the plain, as organised as vomit. the ones where the industrial revolution, factories, computers, L.S. Lowry, Les Dawson, Joy Division, A Taste Of Honey, John Cooper Clarke, Hobson's Choice, Happy Mondays, split atoms and Hard Times were born. there's a cheap jewel sea at night, stirred by wind-tears from the westerlies that make you think you're going to fall.
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