Dire Straits

To say that blipportunities were limited today, doesn't come close. A few detail shots on the way up to the trigpoint on Winter Hill on tonight's run, all of which were totally out of focus. Talked into a group shot using the timer by the troublesome one on the right, who couldn't even keep still for the timer. So here it is, the five of us playing out fell running over the West Pennine Moors. I don't really know why four of us are kneeling in a bog, it just seemed a good idea at the time. And yes I am wearing gloves and yes it is still August :)