Yorkshire weather has been beautiful all week, cold, crisp and clear. It brought on a nasty bout of gardening, spreading compost, scarifying lawns, pruning holly and cotoneaster, clearing away dead wood, hoeing and silly things like that. And all the time yearning to be off into the hills, running the trails, wallowing in the wonderful conditions.
Regardless of better judgement telling me running isn't a very good idea with eyes in their present state, I'm afraid temptation got the better of me this morning. I'd set the alarm for 5.55am to allow time for a quick swill, a cup of coffee, loo stop and out running before 6.30. Brilliant moonlight lit the frozen landscape as I jogged through silvery fields under a star studded sky. I'm told five planets are currently spanning the heavens but afraid I couldn't identify them - especially as I wasn't wearing glasses.
Dawn was breaking as I crunched up an icy trail onto Castle Hill serenaded by an early thrush and chirpy little robins. The cloudless sky lightened and stars disappeared as I ran around the rim gazing expectantly at that wonderful orange glow lighting all of the eastern skyline.
I'll guess it was 7.05 when the little ball of fire peeped over the horizon, transforming the landscape with its blazing light and sending a little tingle up my spine as the pageant unfolded. Moments like these are to be treasured and savoured for, who knows, at coming up 84, there may not be many of them left!
|One of my gardening friends (Click to enlarge)|
|Dawn breaking on an icy moonlit trail|
|First spine-tingling run over the Castle this year|