Up high

There’s something about being away from civilisation for a while, birdsong in your ears, wind gusting at your beard, that recharges your inner battery. This morning I spent a couple of hours up on the moor above Haslingden Grane. Apart from a few scraggy sheep and the odd grass snake, I was the only one up there. It was chill and grey, but for those two hours I felt at peace. The only downside was the thought of how much Ben would have loved it up there. Here are some photographs. Click on them to see larger versions with more oomph.


The sun struggles to light up Ogden Reservoir:


“I am a dry-stone-waller. All day I dry-stone-wall. Of all appalling callings dry-stone-walling’s worst of all”:


Jamestone Quarry, looking a bit spooky:


Arty close-up of the colours in an ‘ordinary’ wall:


A sign of autumn – dead stuff:


A splash of colour in a dismal wood:


Down by Jamestone Quarry:


Despite the temptation, do NOT ballet-dance near the cliff-edge:



About wombat37

A Yorkshireman in the green hills of Lancashire, UK Not a real wombat, obviously, or typing would become an issue. I do have short legs and a hairy nose, however. Oh, & a distinctive smell.

Posted on October 24, 2011, in A brisk walk, A good day out, Ben, Haslingden Grane, Lancashire, Wander. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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