Yesterday, the weather prophets got it spot on. After a grey and overcast morning, the golden orb appeared as predicted at two o'clock prompt. I already had my boots on ready to set off on a circular walk of some 6.5 miles.
"What about me?" groaned Clint.
"I don't need you today pal!" I sneered.
Near "The Greystones" pub, I spotted the council sign shown above which I wish to share with all dog owning blog visitors. Of course the dog owners who drop by this blog are all fine, upstanding members of their communities - citizens who consistently and responsibly pick up the droppings of their beloved canine companions. Nonetheless, occasional reminders are, I believe, always helpful. Wouldn't you agree?
I descended from Greystones to the valley of The River Porter. There's the little river above - no more than a stream really and as March was so dry the water level is low. Very different from February.
As I was taking the picture above, someone called to me from the adjacent path. It was a fellow I have known for thirty years. He is an itinerant chef known universally as Leeds Mick because he supports Leeds United and his mother hailed from Leeds.
Mick is a keen bird watcher and he pointed out both dippers and tree creepers to me as we ambled along. I am not sure how it happened but Leeds Mick decided he would accompany me on the walk which took him beyond his usual territory. I didn't mind too much though his presence inhibited my intended camera work.
We walked up to the top of Porter Clough then past the alpaca farm by Fulwood Lane. A fierce wind was blowing from the west by now - hurrying us along towards Ringinglow.. Then down into The Limb Valley under monumental beech trees.
It was a further mile along Ecclesall Road and I parted from Leeds Mick at the end of Gisborne Road, wishing him good health. Then he said what many people are saying just now - "See you on the other side!" I took the picture below from Fulwood Lane towards the centre of our adopted city.