Millstone Grit

Only one thing can prompt me to set off early on a cold Saturday morning: interesting light. Today's lemon sky had me out in the hills before 9am. I walked up Littleborough's Roman Road - a smooth, partially cobbled road that leads up to Blackstone Edge and then goes on towards Ilkley and York. There is archeological dispute as to whether it is truly Roman. We locals insist that it is.

I then passed the Aiggin Stone. a medieval way marker, thought to be over 600 years old. And from there on to the Edge itself. The usually muddy paths, between the weird shaped boulders and slabs of millstone grit, were frozen, making the walk much easier than usual. Despite this, I managed to slip and fall, my plunging position designed in an instant, successfully, to protect my camera. No body parts damaged either.

The blip, from the summit, shows Rochdale, Littleborough and Hollingworth Lake far below. On my way up there, I mused on the fact that all of my blips feature something mad-made and none, so far, are wholly natural. That reflects the part of the world where I live. Even the most empty landscapes have some traces of man. But I will see if I can find a suitable, wholly natural one. Maybe tomorrow...