25th September – tonight I ran from Horton intending to do my nowadays well trod Hull Pot, Plover Hill, Pen Y Ghent and Whitber Hill circuit but, well, half an hour into the run I just ran out of steam, felt all weak and wishy washy and sat down in the middle of the moor below the flanks of Plover Hill instead.
It was a very mellow autumnal evening, cloudy but not cold with a nice breeze just ruffling the moor land grass all around me. I felt that I had 50 square miles of hills and moors completely to myself with nobody else in sight in any direction. I can tell you it gave me a very contemplative, tree huggy, chilled out moment. Totally at one with the wilderness dude!
To be honest I've had a very weird and wonderful summer but at the expense of burning a shed load of candles at both ends. To use a stupid analogy I've lobbed a couple of bricks into what were already choppy stolly waters and, to stretch that analogy to breaking point, as well as putting myself through the wringer unfortunately probably overturned one or two other peoples boats in the process as well. Anyway tonight the summer at long last felt behind me and here's looking forward to a less stressful and with a bit of luck boring autumn!
I ran back to Hull pot and then over Whitber Hill and back to Horton, finishing after about an hour. Its amazing how just being out in the hills can recalibrate all of your systems and put the whole world back on an even keel.
A crap run really. I could barely be bothered. But a truly perfect outing in the hills.
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