It was a bit chilly when we got to the top of Keighley gate with a sneaky wind.
We did a bit of a detour on the way back down through some lovely woods that I've never been in before and Richard, Kevin and I kept up our Wednesday night swimming dips.
I didn't get a photo of us swimming tonight. This was at Easter so it is rather greener now. It was definitely the coldest that we've done. Very refreshing!
Then we quickly ran back down hill, to get changed and sit shivering outside the Busfield Arms, drinking beer and listening to Paul Morris' political analysis of Brexit, which was of course brilliant and cheered me up.