On the high fells, it is entirely possible to miss the change in seasons, or at least the beginnings of them, the changes more subtle than those in the valleys below. Running from Dunsop onto the low fells within the Forest of Bowland however gave one of those perfect autumn days, clear and cold, a gentle frost thawing as I ran through a riot of colour beside the river Hodder and Langden Brook. A few images below from another area which is quickly becoming more familiar as I explore new routes across the moors.
Above Whitewell, looking out towards the Trough of Bowland, Totridge fell on the left, the skyline being my route back into the valley after a short circuit on the tops behind.
Passing Mellor Knoll, heading for a short sharp climb onto the open moor beyond.
Looking down on Hareden Farm, the Trough of Bowland beyond.
A moment's pause by the trig point on Totridge fell...
...before cutting through the peat hags and dropping rapidly to the valley floor. Rather like being on the bike, it never ceases to amaze me how quickly one loses all the height on these descents.
Not the most beautiful of bridges, but a beautiful spot to finish and sit awhile, soaking in the sun and colours of autumn.