Hardcastle Crags
Even though I was really tired from too much work and stress I asked Mark to take me up to Hardcastle Crags near Hebden Bridge last Saturday. I wanted to go somewhere beautiful and peaceful where I could stretch my legs.
And it was truly lovely. The trees were just turning orange and gold, and the river was busy with all the rain we’ve had recently. Because we’d got there quite late (mid-afternoon) it was quiet too. We parked in the National Trust car park and walked along with river towards the mill. I was annoyed that I’d forgotten to take anything to drink as I was thirsty - but there it was, the mill, with a small cafe serving lovely fruit squash. We then continued along the walk to the crags and the wooden bridges crossing the river - the sort of river crossings you see on TV, but never in real life. The early evening light was cascading through the autumn trees and bouncing off the river rapids. Truly idyllic. I took lots of photos, but none of them come even close to doing the scene justice.
Mark suggested we get the tent and live in the forest but I think he’s been watching too much Robin Hood. A log cabin though - now that would be a way forward.