Along the Wharfe.
Due to treacherous icy conditions on the hills in and out of Grassington we'd to abandon the car three miles from home on Saturday morning and walk the rest of the way on untreated roads. After half an hour two snow ploughs came hurtling by, as if they were racing, but neither was salting or gritting. That came later. We got our car home around mid-afternoon. A bottle of neat Concentrated Screen Wash buried under our shopping in the boot had frozen!
|Snow ploughs - at speed|
Sunday was a truly magnificent day when we couldn't resist going for a run. With a covering of snow and temperatures down to -10ºC the landscape glittered like diamonds under a mainly cloudless sky. We opted for one of our regular runs along the River Wharfe where long flat fields are ideal for fast repetitions or fartlek sessions. Each of us wore Yaktrax to ensure we stayed upright.
|Leaving the village on a slippery road|
|Winter wonderland by the River Wharfe, though a bit cold for the|
resident Goosanders, Mallard, Heron and Little Grebe
|Striding out towards Linton Falls in her Yaktrax|
|Feed my sheep.......|
|Linton Parish Church, St Michael and All Angels,|
a place of worship since the 12th century
|Gulls on the river by the old corn mill at Linton|
|The 'Tin bridge' over Linton Falls|
|The weir above Linton Falls - the farthest point of our run today|
|Mist rising from the river by Hebden suspension bridge|
|Stepping stones for those who prefer not to use the bridge|
|Nearly home after a stonking good run!|