Jen texted me from work early yesterday morning, and suggested I go for a walk on the Moor. Why didn't I think of that?
Nothing much to report, apart from an old milk bottle I found, which was packed full of plants. Life is good at finding new ways.
I also took a detour to the famous local landmark Churn Milk Joan, a standing boundary stone which bears a number of mysterious, prehistoric ‘cup’ marks. The marks were still there. They're found on a lot of prehistoric sites. Nobody has a clue what they mean.
A nice walk, made even more pleasant by its unplanned nature.