Time forbids me to post a lengthy blog this week but here are a few pictures from last week's activities. Firstly an unusual picture from last Friday's dawn run over Castle Hill which the local newspaper considered worthy of publication!
Sunrise from Castle Hill, Almondbury ( Click to enlarge) |
The sun rose like a genie from the Eastern horizon. I asked a wish, that I might run forever.
Setting off up the moor on Saturday's run |
We'd been disappointed at the absence of bird life last week, but on an 8 mile run over Grassington Moor and Bycliffe Hill golden plovers, curlews, lapwings and skylarks favoured us with their presence.. Oh, and a few grouse. The moor is alive again.
Lone figure in large landscape |
We enjoyed wonderful blue skies, hardly a breath of wind and a total absence of any other people. Maybe they were all at home watching England being thrashed in the six nations match?
A solitary rabbit dived for cover in a shake hole on Bycliffe Hill.
They've occupied that shake hole for as long as I can remember.
Frogs have not yet returned to their pond down the long wall. nor to my wonderful partner's garden, but a friend of ours reported some frisky activity in his pond. I think he meant frogs!
All the wonderful warm sunshine of late has lured lesser celandines from their winter hibernation.
On Sunday we were attracted by a notice that appeared in the Craven Herald, our local newspaper. It mentioned a new running group - Run for Fun - that met in Grassington on Sunday mornings at 10am.
We went along to investigate, curious to know who was running the group (pardon the pun). Not that we'd planned to join them. They'd likely be too fast for us!
But there wasn't a runner to be seen when we arrived a couple of minutes after 10am to the rendezvous point and enquiries revealed that none had been there.
Maybe they don't associate running with fun
We departed, following our own route down to the bridge at Linton Falls and back through fields to Hebden. Weekend mileage amounted to 12.22 with a little over 1,300ft of ascent.
That'll do for me...
One day I gazed into the boundless blue |
They've occupied that shake hole for as long as I can remember.
That big rabbit hole on Bycliffe Hill |
Harbinger of Spring, the lesser celandine |
Sheep thinking we were shepherds bringing them fodder |
En route to Grassington to join the runners |
Flying |
Maybe they don't associate running with fun
End of a perfect run - until I fell off a stile! |
That'll do for me...