Sundays from Jackie’s Seat

I don’t know who Jackie was but I often sit on the seat set on the moor in her memory.  Joss sniffs for rabbits amongst the rocks as I watch the world go by.

The moor is a different place on Sunday mornings.  During the week, it’s the province of dog walkers and the occasional horse rider.  But on Sundays, the cast is a bit more wide-ranging.

There are tourists, of course - off to try and locate the Bronte Waterfalls or Top Withens.  And hikers with backpacks of varying sizes.  The number of joggers always increases at the weekend, too.  There’s even a cricket pitch on top of the moor, so the groundsmen are busy, preparing for the afternoon match.

This morning, there was a fell race underway….and from my vantage point on Jackie’s seat, I could see a long, long, string of vividly coloured dots moving across the middle distance….like a necklace of tiny flowers being blown across the hillside.

It might sound industrious and populated, but there’s a very leisurely feel to Sunday mornings up there.  Birds duet with the music of church bells drifting up from Haworth.  And, given the miles of emptiness that make up the moors, I still only passed a couple of folk in the hour we were up there.

Comments

[Tracy]

GORGEOUS view from Jackie's seat! I'd be there every weekend, if I could...*sigh*... Happy Week, Helen :o) ((HUGS))

[KathyB]

Looks like a wonderful place to get some thinking done.