There was once a family of cutlers in Stannington, on the edge of Sheffield, with the surname Furness, to whom I am related through the marriage of my auntie and Godmother, my father's younger sister. The Furness clan go back a long way, but originally made their way to Sheffield from the Derbyshire village of
Eyam. Today, Eyam is a small, pretty village, but it is best known here in England for the selfless decision of the inhabitants, in 1665, to
isolate themselves, after plague broke out, having arrived in a bundle of rags transported from London. A stark contrast to the situation here today, where infected people risk the lives of others, rather than miss a single day's pay
I thought you might like to see some photos of Eyam I took on a visit a couple of years back. I can remember visiting Eyam Hall, the grand-looking building, as little more than a toddler, on a Mother's Union trip with my mother and grandmother
My Lambsfoot that day, photographed at nearby
Monsal Head