Find Yorkshire fog, a fox's face, a cock's foot and the plant with pyjama legs in your summer neighbourhood. Dragonflies with photographer Zaf Ali. And an Olympian feat for half a dozen elderblokes.
Super dragonfly photos by Zaf! What extraordinary creatures these are; as you say David, a success story, living their strange lives through so many geological ages.
I remember as a small child (about 6?) going up the Sugar Loaf and the Blorenge near Abergavenny, and getting quite tired. My Dad said to me a few times, “Just put one foot in front of the other, Susan”. It was very sound advice which I bring to mind now that I’m a lot older and I go walking, mainly with my (even older) sister. I think this visit, which was to stay with the lady who hosted my evacuee Mum during the war, seeded in me a love of remote, bleak moorlands and hills.
Incidentally, what wonderful names for hills! No wonder I still remember them 60+ years later!
Thanks for the piece about your run. Did you carry your gear and stay in accommodation or camp? Definitely inspired me to do something similar- as you say you don’t know what you can do until you try. I think this is even more important as we get older. 18 years ago in my 40s I ran the Pennine Way as a relay with a large group of Sheffield runners to raise funds to bring a South African delegation to an international Woodcraft Camp. We did it in 3 days - each pair of runners doing one or two legs of 16 miles or similar. As you say that sense of achievement of getting somewhere under your own steam is something else:)
Glad you like the piece Jo. We stayed in hostels (which were ideal, although the beer was a bit pricey) and at our veteran fell runner’s dad’s house one night, which was cosy. And well done on your Pennine Way relay, that sounds amazing.
Super dragonfly photos by Zaf! What extraordinary creatures these are; as you say David, a success story, living their strange lives through so many geological ages.
Well done on your epic trek David!
I remember as a small child (about 6?) going up the Sugar Loaf and the Blorenge near Abergavenny, and getting quite tired. My Dad said to me a few times, “Just put one foot in front of the other, Susan”. It was very sound advice which I bring to mind now that I’m a lot older and I go walking, mainly with my (even older) sister. I think this visit, which was to stay with the lady who hosted my evacuee Mum during the war, seeded in me a love of remote, bleak moorlands and hills.
Incidentally, what wonderful names for hills! No wonder I still remember them 60+ years later!
Well done! Type 2 fun
Thanks! Type 2 fun for a Type 1 diabetic Rebecca, that’s right!
Thanks for the piece about your run. Did you carry your gear and stay in accommodation or camp? Definitely inspired me to do something similar- as you say you don’t know what you can do until you try. I think this is even more important as we get older. 18 years ago in my 40s I ran the Pennine Way as a relay with a large group of Sheffield runners to raise funds to bring a South African delegation to an international Woodcraft Camp. We did it in 3 days - each pair of runners doing one or two legs of 16 miles or similar. As you say that sense of achievement of getting somewhere under your own steam is something else:)
Glad you like the piece Jo. We stayed in hostels (which were ideal, although the beer was a bit pricey) and at our veteran fell runner’s dad’s house one night, which was cosy. And well done on your Pennine Way relay, that sounds amazing.