Ingleborough through the trees

It was a beautiful start to the day on Tuesday, with scarlet pre-sunrise colours - already fading by the time I reached the top of the Knott.  At least I was prepared, whereas tonight (Wednesday) I was reminded of a lesson that I should have learned years ago - always carry the camera.  I had left it at home on the strength of a dreich forecast, and then there was a stunning sunset with layered and mottled clouds, all reflecting in the estuary.  Still, I was there, I saw it and I enjoyed it just as much.

Tomorrow I head down to Southampton to see the Old Flyer.  Wifie will stay behind with Gus, and I shall miss my morning walks over the Knott.

As for the one-legged robin, as some people suggested, it turns out he does have two legs, the second was tucked warmly up in his fluffed up feathers.