Millstone grit

I was born in Huddersfield and, for the years the Jesuits would have liked to have me, I lived in a place called Elland. This West Yorkshire mill town was surrounded by "edges", cliff like formations produced where the hard sandstone weathers differently to the soft shales beneath.

This one is in Murcia though, close to Mahoya.

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