The cotton grass has gone crazy this year. Presumably it’s the damp spring followed by a reasonable amount of sunshine. Whatever the reason, you can see patches of white all over the moors, like a light dusting of snow. Lovely.

I was intending to do a much longer ride but I got distracted and rode down the Packhorse instead of carrying on over towards Rochdale. I then nearly fell off in exactly the same spot where I crashed last time I came down here – there’s a particularly malicious rut hiding under some tussocks that really has it in for me. I stopped and chucked some stones and dirt into it, hopefully it’ll fill up again in time.