Part two. I was on the Limestone Way, gone through Ible, and the Bonsall Mines, now disused. That was interesting, remnants of slag heaps, holes in the ground, all reclaimed by nature. The path goes right through it, careful not to fall down a mine shaft, some of them were blocked off with railway sleepers.
And a lovely view came into sight. I had missed a turn and went down the wrong path, wasn't sure where I was for a while, but kept going. Then I saw this village, best go and have a look.
I came across an elderly gentleman sitting in his gorgeous summer house, watching the world go by. I waved, he waved, what a lovely flower display.