The images that accompany this blogpost were gathered today when I undertook a six mile walk out of the village of Holymoorside west of Chesterfield. The starting point was just twenty five minutes from this keyboard and Clint did not complain about the run out.
For mid-September, the day was unseasonably mild and I was wishing that I had put a T-shirt and shorts on. By the time I reached the top of Nab Lane I was sweating like a pig with five and a half miles still to go.
On Harewood Moor these three young sheep turned to look at me. They were but lambs in the springtime - frolicking and gambolling as lambs are wont to do...
A fly agaric mushroom viewed from above:-
Wild roses near Harewood Grange....
A view of Harewood House Farm....
And oh, it was good to be out. Putting in the miles and rebuilding my strength. I did not encounter even one other walker and at the end my feet felt like lead weights as I trudged back up the hill to Clint where flasks of cold water were waiting in his boot (American: trunk).
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