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Home Page Beyond the Holme Moss television mast on the moor-top of the Pennine watershed appropriately known as Black Hill, presumably after the colour of the peat, the small town of Holmfirth sits in its narrow valley. Soon we pass the rival Emley Moor transmitter with my home patch of countryside, , the Calder Valley, spread out beyond. For someone who's always been fascinated by patterns in the landscape, in how it all works and fits together, these few minutes of flight as we gain altitude give a fascinating perspective on familiar ground. We soon pass over the grey ribbon of the north/south M1 motorway. Barnsley town hall, which is built of white Portland Stone, is an imposing building with a central clock-tower but from this height it looks like a miniaturised component on a printed circuit board. On flatter ground near the River Trent, West Riding industrial towns give way to vast expanses of fields, including some which appear to have retained the reversed 'S' shaped given to them by medieval ploughing. We fly down through grey cloud to Salzburg airport and when we're dropped off at our resort, Fuschl am See, the rain continues, often heavily, for the remainder of the day.
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