Waking up to find the valley had been listening closely to Keats’s poem and had clothed itself in mist I decided on the spur of the moment to head up to Heptonstall and take photos of the inversion layer. I must have got there a little too late because the clouds in the valley were just disappearing as I arrived in the village. But still, the views were glorious. I headed along Northgate to one of my favourite viewpoints and found one man and his dog. I enquired if there was a path this way down to Hebden Bridge and he gave me directions. I’d been wanting to find a path other than the main road back back down to Hebden so here was my opportunity. The path was steep, very steep, very very steep as I headed down to Hebden Water and the bridleway to Hardcastle Crags. Sometimes the path was so steep that steps had been built so that people from the farms o’t tops could get to and from work in the mills in the valley bottoms. Wow, these people must have been hardy souls. As it was there were so many leaves on the steps it proved a difficult task and if it had been a little drier I would have been doing a ‘bottom slide’ in places. But there was too much mud for that!
Chris once told me that the thing he missed most having moved from Wales to the U.S was the sound of running water. This is Hebden Water