I was early for my appointment, so popped up the road and parked in the car park just off Goyt Lane. It was misty and foggy and the air was damp but I could smell the bracken and the clean earthy smell of the moors. In spite of the grey skies, I felt my spirits lift.
The little bit of the brown hillside that was visible through the fog was tinged with golds and oranges. Though I miss the curlews and look forward to their return in the spring, the autumnal colours and the silence make up for their absence. Its a wonderful place to sit and to empty your mind of all the stuff that clutters it up. Things seem to slot into place, worries and troubles drift away.
I sat for a few minutes and collected my thoughts. I was ready to face the day. Even the fact that some selfish bastard had dumped a load of rubbish by the side of the road could not dampen my mood.