View from Shackleton Hill

at Hardcastle Crags.

In an unusual turn of events, I was awake before midday so after a brief flurry of laundry activities, we got in the car and went out.

The intention was to go to Hebden Bridge.  However, once there, we realised that parking spaces were going to be rare as rocking horse droppings so we continued on over to Halifax.  We had a brew and Corin had something to eat, and we decided to head back towards Hebden Bridge and go to Hardcastle Crags. 

Parking spaces there were almost as rare!  The desperately unhelpful car parking assistant personified every stereotype that people have about Yorkshiremen, sadly.  Undeterred, we waited for a space and then wandered up the road from the car park, to take what I later found out to be Shackleton Hill.  

Nice views, some entertaining sheep and a quiet sit on a bench before we bailed out (midgies started biting).

Extras - sheep, and some nice crepescular rays on the way home (I wasn't driving!!!)