Losehill
Yesterday I was left on my own. Shirley had headed out to a regional meeting of The Women's Institute in which she is quite involved. The sun was shining again and I was ready for some exercise. I didn't wish to travel far so soon I was back in the village of Hope. I parked Clint by the primary school and laced up my walking boots. My target destination was the summit of Losehill - often written Lose Hill. It stands 1,562 feet above sea level. The last time I aimed for the top, snow was covering the entire Hope Valley. Beyond Lose Hill Farm the snow was compacted and very slippery so sensibly I turned back. This time the land was dry and new lambs were frolicking in some of the green fields. Three men - presumably volunteers - were installing a brand new gate on the pathway and I complimented them on their work. A good thing about solitary walking is that you can pause whenever you want to without having to apologise or explain to anybody else. You find your own...