Passing Penyghent

The area north of Settle in the Yorkshire Dales is perhaps one of my favourite places to take the bike.
On a spring day such as this it is on par with anything the UK can offer. It may lack the high peaks of the Highlands or offer fewer of the challenging (impossible) singletrack bridleways of The Lakes, but sitting beside the iconic stone walls beneath Penyghent, basking in the sun, listening to the breeze whistling softly...
...as the first of the breeding season's curlews and lapwing called in the distance, in that moment there was nowhere I would rather have been.
The climb from Horton had been tiring - wheels spinning on mud just a fraction too wet to hold, thighs burning with the effort. Higher up the track improves...
...followed soon enough by a delightful cruise above Littondale...
...and a fast descent of Dawson Close, rapidly picking up the pace on the grassy track which quickly turns to a bone jarring, rubble covered and pitted descent that tests the nerve if taken at speed.
It's only flaw being its brevity - all too quickly it is back too tarmac for the long grind up from Halton Gill...
...but distracted by the wavering flight of the lapwing and the afternoon sun catching the southern flank of Penyghent, spirits soared - even if the bike did not. Must get fit.

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