Boulsworth Hill

I drove to Wycoller in the rain, then walked in the footsteps of Charlotte Bronte for a bit. There were some lovely weird-shaped stones on the summit plateau of Boulsworth Hill to distract me from the squelch-squerch boggy-ness of the path. 

I love this Pennine landscape.

(Started watching To Walk Invisible when I got back to Edinburgh. Inevitably!)