Early Sunday morning I was determined to make use of some rapidly changing light by heading out in the car, camera at the ready. From old Malham road above Langcliffe Ribblesdale looked stunning in its spring clothing. From Winskill the unmistakable shapes Penyghent and Ingleborough were both in shade yet the valley was lit up by strong sunlight. I turned off the Malham road and headed towards the Stainforth-Halton Gill road which cuts between Fountains Fell and Penyghent. Silverdale was magnificent and the changing light looking down Littondale offered a fascinating animated picture show which captured my attention for ages. Down in Halton Gill the first walkers were booting up and hardy cyclists were, for reasons known only to them, straining and weaving their way up the one-in-four hill. It had been quite a few years since I’d been up to that lonely outpost of Foxup so I took the dead-end road for a peek: such a characterful place still with its unique architecture and cute arched bridges amid a moody environment. I made a mental note to revisit and next time walk the couple of miles up to Cosh, retreading paths I’d not ventured upon for some 25 years. I was back home by 10am, and contemplating how lucky I am to live so close to such a magical area. Meanwhile, the good folk of Leeds and Bradford and beyond were just beginning to edge their way up the A65 in search of similar rewards.