Ollie's left now and i miss her. I enjoyed cooking, baking and knitting with her, we didn't get around to sewing but that's alright because she got some work done instead. I was sad to see her go so to cheer me up, S and I went on a 6 hour walk today. We did the usual which is to ride the train out and walk back home via fields, woods and country lanes all the while avoiding cowpat and the like to the best of our abilities.
Recently I've become mildly obsessed with viaducts. Often, our walks start with the local viaduct but we never get close enough because it's always just out of the way. Today was no different, but after walking 5 hours, another 20 minute detour was neither here nor there, we'd taken several detours earlier in the day including one to dip my toes in the River Wharfe.
This was the best detour of all. The sheer beauty of these magnificent structures is truly awe-inspiring.
And what's the first thing S does?
climb, of course! He spent his "sit down" time traversing the base of the viaduct. I was too busy keeping an eye on the cows in a gate-less field nearby to take the weight off my feet. That, and the fact there was not a cowpat-free spot sufficiently isolated (and large) to plunk my arse on.
As I limped the last few yards home, I looked up to the most vivid half of a sundog I'd seen in a while. These have got to be my most exciting thing to spot in the sky. Granted, sundogs are not as pretty as rainbows but they are rarer and therefore much more satisfying - one always knows to look for a rainbow when the sun shines on moisture in the atmosphere but sundogs don't have any rhyme or reason.
That was the day and now I am tired and worn out but it was worth it!