Five rise locks

An awful day of weather , grey and wet all day.

I had been waiting for a let up in the rain before taking Reggie out, but Mr H’s feet were cold so I got him a pair of his ‘walking’ socks ( hand knitted of course) out and put them on him, but sadly Reggie knows what certain socks mean so I had to take him out then, to prevent any accidental paw swipes.

I decided the old wood, newly replanted, in St Ives was the best option, and we did have a lovely walk , but didn’t see any other human life! Since the larch was felled it has opened up a very different view of Bingley including this one of the Five rise locks.