Round Loaf

Packed a whole load in today.  After doing my Sunday household jobs and after some of Mrs Wild's homemade bacon and lentil soup, I headed out onto the moors for a 2hrs bog trotting.  Although it was much colder than yesterday the sodden moors had not quite frozen solid so every footfall was an icy crunch then squelch.  Only dry spot is the summit of the bronze age burial mound Round Loaf where I stopped for a breather and few shots before heading off into the winter sun back home for tea of Roast Beef and Yorkshire Pud.