My Place of Worship

After two nights of really shocking sleep I decided that both me & the sausage needed some fresh air. So off up to the moors we went and certainly got plenty air.

There are quite a few derelict farmhouses up there, but they provided enough shelter before complete collapse for trees to grow in them so they are still a good spot for a contemplative, and moderately dry, fag break.

Unfortunately the peace was less than usual as the valley below is used once a month by the forces for live munitions training. the rest of the time its public right of way and beautifully wild. Unfortunately (2) this was the day the sausage decided to chase a rabbit through a hole in the stone wall and was off towards the gunshots.

Thankfully he returned when whistled!

big & breezy

pps Andy who appeared on last sundays blip is now a fellow blipper :)