A bit of a grave day, victorian humour, a mountaineer’s grandad, two dear departed socialists (real ones) and a very old Quaker

Continuing from yesterdays outing where I set out to visit Mobberley in Cheshire to walk to grave of my late wife Katy, I passed through the village centre and the old traditional graveyard surrounding the church, most of the graves were ancient and packed tightly together, I knew the mountaineer George Mallory who died onContinue reading “A bit of a grave day, victorian humour, a mountaineer’s grandad, two dear departed socialists (real ones) and a very old Quaker”