I was out on Saturday morning, running across the tops. The clouds came in. The clouds cleared. It started snowing- and I was in the middle of no-where. Ice crystals floating through the air, and no-one else around. just grouse and curlews crying across the moor.
I plunged down a valley and up the other side. Alport Trig point - again no footpaths, no foot prints, ice on the ground, snow in the air, Grinah stones across the way with the sun playing on the faces.
A beeline across moor and broken ground, and glorious views up fabulous valleys.
Not even an hour and a half from my front door.
What a great morning out.
|Across the moor and into the Alport. And the trig is on that hill in the distance.|
|Falling Snow and Ice at Alport trig|
|Look at that. Not even an hour and a half from the front door.|
Had me grinning from ear to ear for ages. Well - until I had to climb the hill on the right.
THIS is why I run.