Farsley

As the FA Cup progresses through the qualifying rounds the number of matches diminish and with them the options to see a game locally, and though I could have gone back to Spennymoor (whose game I watched last round) I took advantage of the benign weather to instead visit a new ground, Farsley Celtic’s Throstle Nest, to see Bishop Auckland; public transport looked a good option and the trains and buses worked well getting me a few miles out of Leeds to the unfussy little mill town, its stone built main street fronting more modern residential developments behind, though in one stone terraced street I spotted some resistance to the march of time in the shape of a full washing line strung across the road between two opposite first floor windows.