...and a reminder of where we are. The walls are
ancient and not for tourists to climb over.
Malham Cove gradually reveals itself on
a perfect September morning. best of all, no tourists; they're probably
still stuffing themselves with a full Yorkshire breakfast.
Ed leads the way. His legs are longer (and faster)
than mine.
the water is clear and very cold.
Even a wide angle lens struggles when
you're this close.
This struck me as being quite extraordinary. people had lodged coins in this old log, softened by years of
water, I guess.
Twas quite a climb, so Ed waited whilst I got my
breath back from time to time.
The view back towards Malham was well worth the
climb.
The clints and grikes of Malham Cove.
Then, it's a case of 'o'er top' to Gordale scar, the
other 'must see' of this part of Yorkshire.
This handsome fellow watched us cross 'his' field
warily.
