The recent hot sunny weather has been very pleasant with several delightful days spent sat in the garden doing nothing, but you can't beat a bit of weather.
On Sunday morning the wind blowing hard outside and mixed skies had me really keen to get out. I was housebound all morning and we were committed to be sociable in the afternoon, but on our way Huddersfield we stopped at the Buckstones for a quick blast.
The wind was howling up the valley and over the boulders at the crest with a force I haven't heard in a while. It was obviously a popular spot for model airplane flyers (collective noun?), but all bar one were huddled behind their vans unwilling to risk their planes to the tumult.
After a quick explore and some easy bouldering I couldn't resist standing on something high with my jacket (Microtherm, perfect for the job), over my head. The wind was strong so deploying the jacket was tricky: get it all ready above head, collapse arms, lean into the wind and at the perfect point snap it open with the noise of a whip crack to catch the wind and hold balance.
The incoming drizzle (is there a word for windblown drizzle? It is really quite different and more impressive than the static kind experienced so often on the streets of Manchester) added to the apocalyptic feel.
Even better: the sun came out again later and the barbecue was great. I do love a bit of sunshine, but life would be terrible if that was all there was.
