The Perfect Antidote
- to the past week.
It's not far from Manchester to a huge jolly tourist attraction in the Pennines.
Just across the border in West Yorkshire.
No passport or photo ID required.
So I'm now in a bustling real-life filmset full of eager visitors.
Brought about by a simple little TV programme that just happened to wander along aimlessly, ambling around for nearly forty years, with an anarchic cast of bus pass holders who knew how to live life properly!
And for good measure I journeyed here on my own bus pass. So there!
Some photos -
Looking for Compo - Nora's front door is just above the visitors' heads.
All right in front of the river, handy for falling into.
Roughly Compo's route from home to Sid's Cafe.
Sid's (latterly Ivy's).
The town of Holmfirth is a quaint tightly-woven bundle of narrow, steep and winding stairs, paths and cobbled lanes.
All the scenes below are squeezed in just above Sid's Cafe.
Must have been good fun with a TV crew rampaging all through it day after day.
But of course, this is a motorcycle (& bicycle) web site, so I'd better pay some attention to that.
I found Wally Batty pulling up to his local club.
Parking next to another Holmfirth bike.
. . . . Oops - wrong! That must have been Nelly going to collect Pearl.
Wally rides a Ducati now, somewhere up in the sky. But pops back now and again for tea at Sid's.
I snapped him parking right across the road, just before the 3:40 bus to Huddersfield arrived to take me back.
There's nothing quite like mixing your antidotes. Back in Manchester I found a neat little cafe in the Buddhist centre.
Well, the Buddha is Laughing merrily as he minds the industrial steam pressure, so I'll click the 'send' button while I'm logged into his wifi.
Time to go home now I think.