As usual with the Olympics, I’ve found myself in thrall of sports that I haven’t a clue about and couldn’t care less about at any other time, so I’ve found myself up until the early hours watching volleyball of all things.
Much as I admire Bradley Wiggins for his success in the Tour de France, it wasn’t something I watched on tv and yet I spent four hours on Saturday watching Team GB failing to win the road race.
And last night I learned the niceties and not-so-niceties of handball which is a cross between five-a-side football, basketball and a bar room brawl.
Being in danger of becoming a permanent armchair spectator, we decided that a little fresh air and exercise were in order and took ourselves off to Chadkirk Country Park which is a few minutes drive from where we live to watch the opening of a new bridge across the River Goyt.
That’s it above, built with Lottery Fund money and providing a path and crossing for walkers, horse riders and cyclists. I had wondered if they’d name it The Olympic Bridge, but as one local pointed out, ‘No, Chadkirk Bridge will do. Folk like to know where they are.’
The opening was timed to coincide with the annual Chadkirk Festival where we spent a pleasant couple of hours and below is a small selection of photos that I took there that you can click to enlarge.
My particular favourites are the handler from SMJ Falconry with the African Spotted Eagle Owl – that’s a look of love! – and the cream scones which were fantastic, if impossible to eat without making a complete mess of yourself.
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