I can't say that the weather here at the moment is inspiring me to get out and about, there really is way too much greyness for my liking. It feels as if the air is being pressed far too close to the earth, forcing the clouds to float amongst the landscape instead of up in the sky where they belong. I don't like the way this makes me feel, don't like that the days are so dank and lacking in sunlight, don't like that I feel squashed by the sky all the time.
On Monday J had the day off work and we had decided that whatever the weather it would be a day for us to take a Winter Walk. Ever the optimist, I held an upbeat, positive outlook in my heart, really believing that I could somehow conjure up a bit of sunshine just by wanting it so badly. No such luck, the day was Grey with a capital G. Never mind, we still set off, determined to enjoy our walking time together, even though the Crag that we were going to climb (pictured above) was hidden in the clouds and barely visible.
After walking for a few miles we noticed the sky was clearing just a little and as we approached the foot of the Crag we could actually see the top of it again. Such a relief, as I had visions of us stumbling around up there, forever lost in a sea of damp mist.
We've done this walk quite a few times and the path is clearly marked, but after the snow and rain we've had during the past week it was seriously muddy and hard going.
As I huffed and puffed my way slowly upwards, I thought to myself that there is something very satisfying about setting out to climb to the top of something high.
The physical exertion combined with the rewarding and ever changing views makes for a certain contentment deep in the soul.
To be honest, I had been secretly worried about taking on this climb as I am anemic again at the moment and my body isn't working quite as it should. But I amazed myself and didn't struggle all that much, even though I was blinkin' exhausted by the time I reached the top!
I am fascinated by this rock which sits atop the Crag - I wish I could show you a person stood next to it as it is absolutely huge.
It was eleven am when we reached the top, so we settled ourselves down on a picnic rug with our backs leaning against a large rock and took in the vista. The clouds were still hanging low over the valley but the landscape looked fresh and clean.
We had flasks of hot fresh coffee, and enjoyed an early lunch sat up here amongst the damp rocks - it was sooooo good! J and I have a particular lunch that we pack up to take on our walks, would you like to know what it is? Well, we make sure to stop in town before setting off to pick up a couple of award winning pork and apple pies, oh they are just divine! Along with a mouthwatering pie, we always have a small handful of sweet cherry tomatoes, a crunchy apple and a small slab of chocolate. It maybe sounds a bit strange, but honestly I just love every mouthful.
Eating lunch with gulps of fresh wind-whipped air and a green view makes my heart swell.
Soon it was time to start heading down the other side of the Crag....
....there was just as much mud on the descent as there was on the assent, so it was rather a comical, slippery business.
But the colours of the landscape filled my soul, and I found myself thinking a lot about my Moorland Blanket as I walked. This is the very edge of the same moor that inspired my current blanket design, and even though the colours are more muted in Winter, it's still very beautiful.
I noticed that the mosses are having an absolute fiesta in this damp climate and are growing their little mossy hearts out up on the moor. So vibrant, and so very, very, very green! I love moss so much, there is something very endearing about this lowly and humble plant species. I hope that doesn't make me too worryingly weird.