Hutton Roof

Blimey, it's hard to fit in runs at this time of year, when it gets dark early and you live in a small town. If I head more than a couple of hundred yards in any direction, I'm on unlit lanes. I have been thinking about buying one of those forehead-mounted torches but I have this anxiety that my old fear of the dark will return. (When I first lived up here, I'd lock the car doors when driving along the small lanes at night.)

And on the weekends when I have the kids, then I need to do my long run while they're still in bed, which means getting out of the door not too much after eight a.m. I did OK, this morning; I think I was out by half-past. I headed out through Kearstwick, passed by this fellow, turned up Hophouse Lane and then, after crossing the A65, carried on upwards to Hutton Roof. This small village isn't too far from Kirkby Lonsdale but psychologically it feels like miles since there's no real convenient way to get up there.

About halfway along the single road about which the village is wrapped, I turned and looked back along this line of pylons. (I love electricity pylons!) It finishes, in the distance, amongst a cluster of windmills but I'm not sure you can quiet make them out in the photo. Anyway, that had a nice poetic feel to it :-)