Saturday, 9 April 2011
A glorious spring evening, cloudless, warm. Dragged, willingly up the hillside by dog, searching every clump of spindle grass for the inevitable rabbit. Neighbours are having their tea outside; another tending his racing pigeons; a friendly wave & "hello". Sheep scatter as we climb the stile & progress up the hill. The views are long & brilliant, the air fresh. In a great ring around are Ingleborough (north), Pen-y-Ghent (east), Pendle Hill (SE), Bowland Knotts (S), Caton Moor (SW), the sun glinting off the wide expanse of Morcambe Bay & then the hills of the southern Lakes disappearing into the haze. Aaaahhhh!