No flower Friday!
I’m quite proud of myself today; I walked to the top of Baildon Moor, the highest (400 metres) I’ve managed since in the Lakes a couple of years (?) ago. And there was a gale blowing up there! I hadn’t been to this spot since I was a child when Shipley Glen (about 300 metres down if I’d have kept going forward) was our regular playground.
Not quite as brave as the guy you might just make out on the horizon to the left - a seasoned fell runner I think - not huddled up in several layers like me and RUNNING!