284/365: Even amidst fierce flames

The golden lotus can be planted

Had a nice afternoon with my friend Norm. We went up to Heptonstall for a wander, and as always I went to Sylvia Plath's grave (admission - I hated her poems when I studied them at A-Level).

Had a nice walk around the village, both churches (the abandoned and the current) and called for a pint at the Cross Inn and had a good natter in the beer garden.

Added a couple of extras that caught my eye. The bins in the car park made me laugh - they definitely need to upgrade to a Cor-Bin now though :) 

And some graffiti art at the University of Bradford field site up on the tops at Oxenhope, which I thought was cool.