Another moment

As I climbed the moor, the wind turbines were still against a purple and orange sky, plane vapour trails criss-crossing behind them. Although the evening was unusually still, the turbines remained static because they are being decommissioned; the 23 currently installed being replaced by 8 huge 2.5 mW machines. Still climbing and concentrating hard on my foot placements, the colour of the sky changed as the sun set further. 

As I summited the hill, the clear air and the remaining light afforded views for miles - towards the Dales in the far north west and Ilkley Moor to the north east. Nestled in the valleys and on the lower slopes of the hills, were the twinkling yellow lights of the towns and villages of this part of West Yorkshire; Denholme and Leeming just below me, Keighley a little further away and the urban sprawl of Leeds and Bradford away to the east.

Everything about that moment, that view, that place, was spectacular; it was the end of a very long, tiring day, but in that instant I felt so alive. Being there, completely alone and experiencing something so special, reinvigorated me and I was firing on all cylinders as I once more turned eastwards and began to head for home. 

With some distance left along the track, it became increasingly difficult to find my way, so the headtorch came into play and I carefully picked my way along the familiar route that seemed quite different in the dark. As I descended the last hill, over the rough and  tricky cobbles, I was still buzzing as I drank in the panorama of street lights laid out before me. 

Reaching the road, there was no more need for a torch and I hammered down the last mile and a bit towards home, feeling immensely privileged to be able to be able to run out my front door and be on the moors in under 20 minutes.

That one moment made the hours of training worth it and it reminded me why I started to run off road in the first place. More than anything, I feel extremely lucky to live in this part of the world.

'My' moor