Looking back

This is arriving at the bottom of the last hill into Wharfedale and homeward bound. 

Heading out to Pateley Bridge first, I made my way up Trapping Hill from Lofthouse to the sound of lapwings. The fisherman seemed to have had a long walk down to sit by the edge of the reservoir at the bottom of the other side - it's looking unsurprisingly empty. 

I'm on an easterly today which meant this next stretch, which I usually find tough, was rather pleasant. It's now a gradual, undulating ascent up to the Blip point where it changes to positively uphill! Still, legs on form and the bird song changing from lapwings to curlews, it just felt good to be out.

The sun was making more and more of an appearance and I simply meandered home in the spring warmth, stopping to eat my supplies on the way.