On the morning of summer solstice I crawled out of bed at 3.45am, donned my running gear and drank an extra strong cup of coffee. Half an hour later I was jogging up Castle Hill to greet the sun. Strewth, I couldn't believe how many others were there already. The car park was heaving, a crowd had gathered round the tower while various individuals and couples were spaced around the hill, all facing east to witness the imminent sunrise.
|Solstice sunrise (Click to enlarge)|
At exactly 4.36am the sun duly obliged and as it peeped over the horizon a group by the tower began singing softly, words and music quite unfamiliar to me.
Others, some in druidic robes, appeared to be reciting a form of litany from sheets of notes. Dressed only in shorts and vest I felt rather uncomfortable and out of place in such company so, after taking a few pictures, quickly scurried home.
Weekend activities were a repeat of runs I've recorded scores of times in my blog so a few photographs will have to suffice.
|Setting off on Saturday's run|
|The road loop|
We set off on Saturday to run what we call the Appletreewick lollipop.
It goes mainly along the River Wharfe and back with a loop out onto the road and back round the camp site at the far end.
We abandoned the riverside path at Burnsall Bridge on account of hoards of people with their children and dogs.
We ascended a steep bank up to the Skuff road where we came upon a strange, tall plant that has only appeared this year.
|Passing the camp site|
|Anyone know what this is?|
|Brakes off, full speed ahead|
Once out onto the Skuff road we'd a section of fast running back towards Hebden.
We were out of bed early on Sunday morning for another favourite run round Grimwith reservoir.
|Foxgloves, orchids, yellow rattle and bugle lined our path back 'o Grimwith.|
At the lagoon a mallard was very agitated as it waddled back and forth along the top of a weir.
|Mother duck sliding down to rejoin her family.|
It transpired all its ducklings had been having great fun whizzing down the weir into the drain below.
They were all united in the drain below, though goodness knows how long it would take them to find their way out..
|Early purple orchids|
We left them to figure it out (the drain passes under the road and empties into the reservoir) and continued along the orchid lined path.
over the wee bridge, up to the car park and away home for porridge, toast and coffee
- a well earned breakfast