Out on the wiley, windy moors…
We’d roll and fall in green
I couldn’t resist one more romp on the moors before the heather lost it’s glow. It was a day of low cloud and mist as we clambered up the hillside, startling sheep. A long pause on the tops, to get our breath back, and on past the boulders.
Then plunging back down… and up again! Alarm bells sounded when I saw the ford sign. Would the water be high? But I needn’t have worried.
The last slog back up the hill, though, was almost a step too far. Good thing I was surrounded by beauty, somewhere along the Esk Valley Way.
Hope you fill your Saturday with beauty. Debbie usually does! Why not go and join her with six words?