When I woke up yesterday I realised that if I didn't make it to Brimham Rocks before the weekend then the school holidays would probably make it a challenge to find space. I had meant to go for some time but the weather had been awful and the skies leaden so I had put it off. In fact the weather wasn't that great yesterday either but in the spirit of adventure I set off. As I drove down the motorway and up the A1 into North Yorkshire the clouds shifted into manageable cottonwool balls and the rain disappeared. Arriving shortly after the car park opened I was pleased to see few cars.
Underfoot was damp but with my super waterproof boots it didn't matter. Two and a bit hours later I was back in the car and heading south and home for an afternoon of editing as it started to rain again. Perfect timing as it happened.
Somehow the moodiness of this 184 hectare site calls for mono treatment in my eye. The rock formations, left behind when the ice melted 18,000 years ago, are striking and have been weathered by wind, rain and ice ever since. A bit of scrambling around by children and (largely) dads wanting to show off has helped as well. Now a site of Special Scientific Interest as well as an Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty I was lucky to have it largely to myself for a while.
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