Bank Bottom Mills Marsden
A friend invited to me one of his pizza parties on a Saturday. I decided that the best way to get there was to set off in the opposite direction several hours earlier. I didn’t exactly get lost but couldn’t negotiate the cloughs ravines and bogs to change direction sufficiently well to gradually change direction.
So I ended up back in Marsden where I started from. Luckily I bumped into my host who had come into the village to collect more guests.