The Sad Tale of a Young Boy

Here's one from last Autumn. The scene is of Butterton from Grindon Moor/ Grindon Moor is a wild and rugged place, in the Southern end of the Peak District, high up, with open heath and a few farmsteads but very bleak in winter. Butterton is a village nearby and you can just make out the church spire in this. It's the gateway to the very beautiful manifold Valley which is hugely popular with tourists during the summer months.

 

Both me and my wife have ancestral Roots there. My great grandfather x6 was the vicar at that church and inside the church is a plaque that that tells a moving tale. Roland Cantrell, a great uncle from a few generations back in my wife's family bravely went to the rescue (with two friends) of a small boy who had fallen down a mine shaft but they all died in the attempt. His tombstone is well persevered in the graveyard there too.

 

I always feel a tinge of sadness at the sight of Butterton knowing that story. That is reflected here in the dreamy Cyanotype treatment.

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