Hills, flowing water and mill ponds/reservoirs combine very nicely for fun on a summers evening.
A fast three mile run up the pike, followed by a glorious swim looking back at the race route. Not to mention beer and chip butties.
Should I feel guilty for gaining pleasure amid the relics of my ancestors hard toil?
I did sweat, feel pain and almost shed tears. My face was still red, when I was driving home, enjoying the sunset over the moors.
But, I don't think even fell running qualifies for industrial suffering.
It makes you feel too happy.
At least I am appreciating the landscape that previous lives created.