Sometimes when I'm feeling low I need to get out and find a trig. OK, perhaps not normal but works for me usually.
So today tracked down Rockbeare Hill New trig. A pig of a find as it's on the edge of a quarry and there are a horde of brambles to wade through to get to.
And if I'd planned ahead and wore appropriate clothing I wouldn't have, once again, drawn blood through the cause of duty. But there's something quite heroic about trig pillar hunt injuries don't you think?