Just back from my first run for over 18 months! Tired muscles but the clearest of clear days at this time of year are a gift. High on the moors with running partner Eileen who has never given up on me. Treading ancient tracks – stones worn by thousands of passages of human feet. Frozen ground, long glistening combs of hoar frost coating the tussocky grass. Warm sun. Wild, empty, open – freedom. FANTASTIC!

Sketch - Click to enlarge. Ancient gritstone path across field, Heptonstall - Click to enlarge. Heptonstall Moor - Click to enlarge. Heading towards moors - Click to enlarge. Sunset, North Yorkshire - Click to enlarge. Windmills on moor heading over to Lancashire - Click to enlarge.


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