Gateway to the Moors

A rare day off today so after a few domestic missions it was up to the Moors.

I love this old gate, its real heath robinson with weights on a chain that swing it shut. The moors were wonderful, cold enough that there was ice in sheltered hollows, nobody else about, sun breaking through with a crisp cold wind to make you feel alive.

Even better when you sit on top of the hill with a hot mug of tea out of the rucksack, contemplating life, having a fag and thinking of everyone else sat at their desks :)


Big air