After watching a live streaming of my friend Peter Dibb's funeral, attended by only six mourners wearing face masks, it was a great relief whrn my wonderful partner whisked me away to the solace of the Yorkshire Dales. There I could effect some sort of closure on a traumatic three weeks. Nature is a great healer.
Bridge over untroubled waters (Click to enlarge)
Have we got to go up there?
We're up and walking towards Mossy Mere
Mossy Mere. beloved of greylags, curlews, pewits, redshank,
snipe, skylarks - and me
Relaxing, listening to the bird's wild chorus
Looking across to hills I used to run
Desolation - solitary sheep, a sea of bog cotton and lonely hills
At the boundary stone twixt Hebden and Grassington Moors
Time to rest amd drink it all in
Another rest - at a shooting butt high on the moor
Hello, what's this flowering in such a wild place?
Let's have a closer look...
On the way home
Walking down Hebden Beck
That deserves a glass of wine - or two.
The end of a perfect day