Beamsley Beacon

Forrest and Orla have returned from their honeymoon in NZ. It scarcely seems possible that they've been all that way and back again, having had an amazing adventure, and the time has whizzed by here in a flash with the the same old, same old.

My boy popped in briefly this morning, heading quickly out for a 16 miler on a beautiful albeit bitterly cold morning. I told him to call me from Beamsley Beacon to see if I could see him way across the other side of the valley. It turned out I could! The trig point is to left of the cairn, Forrest to the right. I waved but he wasn't able to see me through the window. I'm amused by silly things these days!