Waugh's Well

On today's run up in the Pennines more old quarries, railway tracks, reservoirs, turbines and this.

A well of the finest Pennine water fresh off the peaty moors above. Tasted so pure and chilled, stick that up your Btitta southerners!

Edwin Waugh was a local dialect poet who beat the booze by staying at a farmhoise not far from this well for 7 months, wrote his best stuff when 'not pissed'...

A glorious 17km loop high with above us only sky. More new paths, more adventure, more discovery.

Best 2 hours of the week, the only time I really stop thinking about work.

Extras on the run.