Fog was forecast. I woke up to none.
But, having decided to go solo this morning, I made the most of a walk up to the stone circle at my pace. On the way, I met a virtual parent which was fun seeing them in person. Then there was no-one. Peaceful. I just kept going. I used to love this walk when Little Dog was younger and one bit in particular reminded me of when I turned round and she was tearing towards me across the moors like something demented with a fat fencepost stake in her mouth.
I reached the top reservoir and took the middle path back to the Cow and Calf because I knew it would be quiet.
Finally heading down, I could see the fog that was over Guiseley this morning had drifted in and a little group of people were standing at Crocodile Rock. Hopefully, I made my final detour to meet up with my brocken spectre (extra).