Witches, quakers and fell-runners

It was George Fox, the dissenting 17th century preacher, who was credited with naming, if not founding the Quaker movement, following a vision he is said to have had in 1652.
As we traveled, we came near a very great hill, called Pendle Hill, and I was moved of the Lord to go up to the top of it; which I did with difficulty, it was so very steep and high.
At 5am, it was not our Lord which moved me so much as the ungodly chimes of the alarm, heralding the start of another too-early run over Pendle. And while Pendle is not really so high at 557m, I had at least a little empathy for Fox, plodding up through the mist on tired legs in the half light of dawn. What he thought of the trials of the Pendle witches that occurred 40 years before his visit I'm not sure, but while it remains a bleak spot on a wild winter morning, it is at least a rather less macabre prospect for today's fell runners.

But then the mist was below, the sky a little lighter, the angle a little easier and the moon bright behind as the skies turned through the first pastel shades of morning.

Seven miles in and a moment's rest on the summit, shortly before seven am...

...before heading down the flagged path from the summit, the moon still high above.

Approaching The Nick of Pendle and dropping back into the clag filling the valley below.