Miserable Sunday Weather

Farnhill Moor

Today we have endured rain, sleet and snow so there was nothing for it but to wrap up warm and get out on the moor. 

Not that the weather ever bothers Jackson.

Farnhill Pinnacle

Why did you do it???

WHY did you think it was a good idea to roll on a sheep corpse last week? You have been subjected to three baths in expensive shampoo (don't tell Rachel we used her Australian stuff) which you hate and yet the smell doesn't seem to be dissipating.
It is particularly fetid behind your ears (your best feature) and you seem to wear it like a perfume (eau de stink). Have you wondered why nobody has cuddled you all week? Possibly not - do you even think at all?

Friday Afternoons!

2pm on a Friday comes around and I'm free from work! Yippee! I zip straight home, grab the dog lead, jump in the car and we both head for the hills....

One of our favourite walks is on Addingham Moorside, although we only do this once a week as it is rather strenuous.





The first part of the walk, up to Silsden Nab, is the steepest. It's good to get the worst part out of the way.

View of Silsden from the Nab with Cowling Pinnacle in the background.

Hurry up!

Walking along the path toward Addingham.

View of the wind turbines at Chelker Reservoir in the distance.

Beamsley Beacon with Addingham village in the middle distance

Turn right over the wall and start the final ascent to the bench on the top.

The footpath.

The bench is on the far right of the picture.

Here it is, at last!

Riddlesden Moor stretches out behind. To the left is Ilkley Moor, roughly 3 - 4 miles of walking (but not today)!

Interesting! What have we here?

Well fancy that! It's a stick.....

Looking down on the valley below. It's a shame that blogger doesn't have smell-o-vision because the heather is in full flower and everything smells dry. It's also a shame there isn't any sound - you can hear the curlews from here.

Well worth the walk!

Three years old today!

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

You look like a doggeee....

and you smell like one too!

A walk on Cowling Pinnacle

Last weekend we walked the dog between the two towers on Cowling Pinnacle. It was late afternoon and very hazy, therefore the light quality in these images isn't very good.

The distance between the two towers is less than a mile so it doesn't make for a very extensive walk. However, the scenery from the top of this tower is stupendous. We could see West Yorkshire, North Yorkshire and Lancashire laid out before us. these two towers have the nickname "salt and pepper pot" and are quite a landmark as they can be seen from miles away.

Unfortunately, when we climbed the first tower (above) to look at the view the dog decided to jump from the top. I let out a scream and Jonathan grabbed the dog just before he leapt to his death! I haven't got over the shock yet.

It was really cold on the pinnacle and the ground was frozen solid. But the sun was shining and we saw a hawk hovering over the cliffs.

Frisbee Boy in action

"Throw it again! Go on, throw it, throw it again! Again! Throw it again, go on....."
Dog with obsessive/compulsive disorder.

The End of Summer

and what a miserable summer it's been. With the British obsession of talking about the weather, this year didn't disappoint!


But the result of all the rain has been that the heather was a bright purple at the end of August. Then the sun shone and we all felt a little happier. It even made Jackson smile. (Jackson is impervious to the weather, he thinks about walks like men think about sex - every 30 seconds)!

So now autumn is upon us and the heather on Farnhill Moor is losing its intense color and turning a rusty mauve.

Sex and the single dog

For two years Jackson has never shown any interest in the opposite sex - until yesterday! He caught a whiff of a terrier bitch on the other side of the park and took off, like a bullet, toward her. It was so embarrassing - he totally ignored me and kept his nose firmly clamped under her tail. And she obliged by rolling over - the floosie! Eventually I managed to rugby tackle him and dragged him back home. Later we went out and met two spaniels on leads, also in season, and he snubbed them. Do dogs, like men, think about sex every 30 seconds?
"Do you have the time
to listen to me whine"

Get your hands off my socks!

I bought some new socks and I just wanted to admire them, all new and in pairs, before my children "borrow" them. They have no qualms about stealing my new socks and they like to wear odd socks too. The dog is just as bad, he likes to carry socks in his mouth and can fit three in a once. When they leave home I'm going to buy a gazillion pairs of socks and they will be all mine!
In the words of Good Charlotte "Get your feet off my socks"!!!!

Is anyone thinking anything at all???!!!

"I know I had something to say

It lost its meaning and it faded away....."