Murton Pike

… ‘and lovely is the rose …’ (WW Ode: Intimations of Immortality)
… I’ve a sneaking suspicion that anyone who writes that doesn’t do the pruning.
I did battle with the roses this morning… it was a bloody affair.
Then a late walk up towards Murton Pike and on to the co-op. I didn’t go up the Pike itself this time but carried on towards the ridge but the wind was so strong and the temperature dropped so I headed back down and into some lovely late light (extra).