Four ponies gallop on the rough pasture on the hillside.
It's a cold, clear morning with bright sunshine; the blue sky with
the cumulus sailing by in the breeze, makes me wish I was walking
up there on the crest of Crackenedge with those ant-sized people
by that row of thorns. There's a newly published guide to the Kirklees
Way, a 72 mile circular walk through this part of Pennine
West Yorkshire, part of which follows the ridge.
It's about time I tried walking a section of it. Now that I've
finished revising my Village Walks book, with the constant
necessity that involved of checking details along every path, it
would be great to walk just for fun again.
The railway, which I've recently been along on my way from Dewsbury
to York, runs between the two stone houses, the road (and bus route)
just beyond them.
It's the horses and walkers on the hill beyond that seem to be
calling me to get out in the fresh air but the mocha and lemon tart
here in the Café Casbah, where I'm sitting on a large, low
and comfortable settee drawing this are also very tempting.