vehicular mayhem

Very cold but dry today which made for some vehicular mayhem, to brighten flint and mine's walk. Queensbury was the cross roads between Halifax and Bradford. and Cleckheaton and Keighley and indeed was named because the pub was the Queens head.

In the 1850's the Foster familly built Black dyke mills and the housing and infrastructure to sustain it which rapidly became Queensbury. Anyway in the 70's some one installed some traffic lights which forced all those transitting between the above towns off the main roads and onto the narrower farm service roads that are around our house in order to get to work quicker thus allowing them an extra 10 mins in bed.

Any way one of the farmers is doing some work on his dry stones and has closed the main rat run off, thus forcing the city dwellers and their low profiles on to even narrower roads.where though the farmers grit them there is still some snow and ice about. one gentle man in a pimped up van went side ways panicked at stopped causing the rat runners of both directions to grind to a halt.

Due to the road width turning around was impossible and the number of school runners made reversing impossible so lots of shouting and pointing ensued.Flint and I gave each of the 20 or so car occupants a big knowing, indeed smug grin and walked through the middle of the bedlam.

as we approached our final leg to home some 20 mins later the van and about 15 cars passed us. a nice stressful start to the day .

I however am heading to service mr taylors caravan in a very chilled out mood.

Todays photo's are of the lanes we walked with fosters mill on the sky line and what I can see from my bedroom the vally towards Elland and the M62.