The last Saturday in November, the low morning sun was blinding! Lingering fog in the valley created a white line below an azure sky.
We set off early afternoon, up the Cuckoo steps (resplendent in brown and green with a sunlit backdrop) and into Eaves Wood. Views back down proved absolutely stunning with the bright light and clear sky. Climbing up the lovely path along the ridge, we watched crows wheeling above the rocks – observing for the first time that they resembled a vanilla slice.
We took the steps up behind Hell Hole Rock, resting at the top to enjoy the warm sun. Phil clambered over an outcrop for more views. I followed him and noticed a small path going southwards that I had not travelled before.
We walked along the edge of a horse field, past climbers whingeing about dogs, and saw an acquaintance with her dog who managed to chuck its ball into the field. Phil clambered over the fence to retrieve it. We continued around the field, through a newly-planted woodland and emerged near the social club.
As we watched the horses eating straw as if it was spaghetti, I spotted frosty leaves on the ground where the sun never shone. We continued up the edge of Southfield to West Laithe and into the village.
The old co-op building had been commandeered by a Heptonstall artists’ and makers’ market. We Chatted to some of the artists and perused the merchandise. I was fascinated by the pile of junk inside the old building – I never knew that lot was in there.
In the Cross iInn we found more art and bought raffle tickets. We fancied a pint and pub food, but they only seemed to be offering pizza and tapas.
Reasoning that we could walk back down in the last light of the day, we headed back to town. We took the easy road back, until we came to The Buttress.
We took our time going down to avoid slipping on leaves. It had been so long since I had travelled that way, and had not realised that the council had cleaned up the small graveyard. Entering for a nosey, we found more frosty leaves, large brown mushrooms (Phil macabrely pointing out that they were growing from dead people!) and took in views of sunlight still lingering on Old Town. At the bottom, we crossed the Packhorse bridge and up Bridge Gate for beer and huge pies at The White Lion.
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