It was the reverse fixture of our winter solstice walk that I wrote about in December, and again organised by the wardens at Park Bridge Heritage Centre.
We had been in two minds whether to go or not. The intention was to enjoy the sunset on the longest day of the year, but the thick cloud made this unlikely, then tantalising glimpses of blue sky in the late afternoon tempted us to go.
So there we were at 7pm with a hundred other
steaming eejits intrepid souls, ready for our four mile “stroll” over muddy paths, wobbly stiles, broken boardwalks and steep up to Hartshead Pike which stands a little under 1,000 feet above sea level.
Having carried my camera bag all that way, I was blowed if I was coming back without a photo or two, even if the sky wasn’t quite as picture perfect as it had been in December.