Friday 10th November 2023, 8.20am (day 4,460)

Today didn’t quite work out as planned, but nor am I complaining. A glorious morning. The sheep seem quite contented about it, too.

Today didn’t quite work out as planned, but nor am I complaining. A glorious morning. The sheep seem quite contented about it, too.

This statement will seem disagreeable to some but I actually quite like wind farms. The ones above the upper Calder Valley, as seen here from the Long Causeway road that links Hebden Bridge and Burnley across the moors, are not unattractive.
The nights draw in. Driving to Burnley over the tops, well before 5 and it’s still getting dark already. November can have its flashes of excellence now and again (I remember this walk up Bowfell for example), but it’s mostly a depressing month, don’t you think?

“All wind is made by wind farms.” (From Andy Riley, Great Lies to Tell Small Kids)