The day after New Years’ Day, the beautiful early January sun encouraged me to ignore a painful toe. After spending half an hour getting shoes on, I hobbled out towards town with Phil.
We walked over the Packhorse Bridge and watched crows and pigeons (oddly lined up on the wall). We continued up Keighley road and into Nutclough.
We watched an unidentified black and white bird having a bath in the stream and regarded the swamp warily.
Judging it too boggy to cross onto the ‘island’, we continued upwards.
We were eager to catch the last of the winter afternoon sun, so took the first cobbled path on the left, pausing for Phil to pause for me (first portrait photo with new camera!)
We climbed up towards Hurst Road and through an impossibly tiny gate into the field. I managed to slip in a hollow, making my foot very painful again.
Bravely, I followed Phil up to the top of the field. We considered continuing upwards to Old Town, but settled for taking in the views on all sides before spending half an hour sitting on the wall facing south, enjoying the warmth. Eventually, we walked back down via Granny woods, spotting bits of the original path, and took a roundabout way back towards town to meet M&M in the pub.
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