I suppose a lot if you have no idea what that means. It’s a British T.V. programme, one of my favourites, which has just had its final episode ever, after four brilliant series. There might be a film.

Near the end Tommy Shelby sits, as a gypsy caravan burns…

The scene was shot about half an hour away from where I live. I have walked the peaks and dales of the ‘Peak District’, in Derbyshire, England, all my life. It is what I call my ‘home stone’.

If you look over his left shoulder, you will see ‘Dragons Back Hill’ (also known as Parkhouse Hill) to the right is Chrome Hill. In my youth, after being a ‘mod’, with a scooter (think Quadraphinia), I went through a Hippy phase. There is a fantastic thing happens on these hills, once a year, every year, on the summer solstace. Hippies used to gather on the Dragons, to look at Chrome Hill as the sun set. It hits it bang on the top, and the light reflecting from the hill is bright, like chrome, it’s reflective…

It’s even better after a smoke of weed….”hey dude, it’s cosmic!”

But what happens is almost unbelievable. The reflected light, reflects the sun. It creates a mirage. The angle of the hill, and the path of the sun line up, it looks like it is a ball of fire, running down the hillside…BUT…the reflection (mirage) rolls down the other side.

Some years it’s not much more than a pale reflection, but I was lucky…or was it the weed and the girls hand wrapped around my cock as we smoked? Who knows, but what I saw was ‘other worldly’, two Suns, rolling down a mountain, (as we had a sort of orgy I suppose), put it this way, lots of hands were very busy in warm places!

Anyway….when I was fit, and young, I used to go climbing. I could almost run up these hills. Now, I am 70. …..excuse me, but when I say that I have to follow it by saying ‘fucking bastard twat!!!’….and not so fit. But I do okay.

Today I went to an old blacksmiths shop, now a hikers cafe, and stocked up on fuel…human fuel…(an English Breakfast)

Here I am…the aged old fart who entertains you!

God, I enjoyed this brekkie no end…it was smashing!

Then, I set off, on my old route. I climbed the first hill (fuck me! They might call it a hill, but it is like a mountain at my age!)

I had to rest more than I used to, but I reckon I had burned off half the breakfast! So now it was the Dragons Back!

Puff….pant…grumble….stumble…whew!

After doing the first hill…::sigh::…sadly my 70 years and the breakfast took its toll, I got 3/4 of the way up and had to stop. In my youth I would be running here!

Defeated maybe….a bit sad…definitely.

But I looked back at the hill I had just walked over and smiled. “Not bad old lad! Good try.” I steadily made my way back, to a Honesty Shop.

I love where I live, we are nice people…spanking addicts maybe…but basically good, kind, and honest. You never see proprietor in a honesty shop, they sell tea, coffee, cakes, ice cream….and out of honesty you pay, either by money or card. If money, you drop it in a box, if a note, you take your change. They are open for 12 hours, 7.30 to 7.30. We all pay, nobody steals it.

Bend over, and we might smack your bottom, but steal your money…no!

Here I am, with my trusty 30 year old (self made) walking stick and 60 year old haversack, (the leather straps creak more than my knees). I chose a salted caramel ice cream.

Walking back to my car my mind went to my blog, and decided what to write. THIS!

I don’t do this often, last time I took you down some spookey tunnels I explored.

I hope you enjoyed your walk with me, we are friends aren’t we? Please come with me again….but now, it is time to get back to spanking!

Asa