Our Playground

I love knowing an area so well that looking at this view from about four miles away I can visualise every bit of the ground. That snowy patch on the left of Rivington Pike has the stone steps running up to the tower where you can just make out the fence. Then there's the lovely run off from the tower to the right - good going and a joy to race down. The patch of trees on the left is where you emerge from the Chinese gardens and you can see the man made track that Lord Leverhulme put in for the carriages to take his guests up to the bungalow that he built before the suffragettes burnt it down in July 1913 - I could take you to see the remains of the tiles from the ballroom.

The path heading up to the three masts (a close up of these was last Tuesday's blip) can be a bit of a bog and you need to keep left just before the climb out and so on and so on... Purely by coincidence Runhills blipped Winter Hill from the Bowland fells tonight. This is our playground and we love it and I thought it looked mighty fine on this cold crisp morning. I give you Rivington Pike and Winter Hill : )