Balancing act
Early September, and the year is in balance. August, dull and wet as it was, has been chased out, and the sun has finally come out. We had a trip to Brimham Rocks today. As I left high school teaching last year, it's good for me to mark what would previously have been a time of stress, and end to days of freedom, with just the opposite. It's a strange landscape, up there where the soft Yorkshire Dales meet the bluntness of the moorland. It's other-worldy, and those ancient and precarious rock formations add to the eeriness. I can only imagine how wonderfully atmospheric it is on a misty morning, a wintry afternoon, at sunset. First, we had a walk through the woods. It was a hot, sticky day, so it was good to get out of the sunshine. Then we explored the rock formations on top of the hill. They have a feel of the Wild West about them. It was good to see them when there weren't too many other visitors. This one is a huge rock balancing rather improbably on a very sma