{"id":167,"date":"2026-06-08T13:23:27","date_gmt":"2026-06-08T13:23:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/rememberingjoetormey.com\/?story=wetton-walking-and-bacon-cobs"},"modified":"2026-06-08T13:23:27","modified_gmt":"2026-06-08T13:23:27","slug":"wetton-walking-and-bacon-cobs","status":"publish","type":"story","link":"https:\/\/rememberingjoetormey.com\/?story=wetton-walking-and-bacon-cobs","title":{"rendered":"Wetton ,walking and bacon cobs"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>When I remember Uncle Joe (no relation) it&#8217; will always be up at Wetton in the Peak District. When I was little he&#8217;d cycle up through rain and shine, wearing unfeasibly short shorts and stay in a little tent. Later with Jean in their van. He made amazing bacon on a little outside stove at breakfast. The smell was incredible.<\/p>\n<p>He was always great company. When I was little I loved him because he didn&#8217;t talk down to me, I liked to walk along with him on walks. When I was older, I&#8217;d try to sit near him in the pub. He was full of wisdom and mischief. <\/p>\n<p>I will always remember and miss him. Lydia x<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I remember Uncle Joe (no relation) it&#8217; will always be up at Wetton in the Peak District. When I was little he&#8217;d cycle up through rain and&hellip;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":0,"featured_media":0,"template":"","meta":{"_submitter_name":"Lydia Hind"},"class_list":["post-167","story","type-story","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/rememberingjoetormey.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/story\/167","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/rememberingjoetormey.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/story"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/rememberingjoetormey.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/story"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/rememberingjoetormey.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=167"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}