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It must be great being 8. Their imagination knows no bounds.

Hunting Tigers

Hunting Tigers

Yesterday evening I took Mackenzie, my grandson onto the moors for an explore. He loves going up there and we always have a good time.

He soon shot off into the deep bracken looking for tigers to hunt.

One of the prehistoric carvings on the moors - there are hundreds of them scattered about.

One of the prehistoric carvings on the moors – there are hundreds of them scattered about.

I noticed the clouds were getting very dark and brooding, and after an hour or so decided it would be better to come back as it was going to chuck it down.

The lonely path over the moors

The lonely path over the moors

Looking towards Denton moor – the white dots in the far distance are the ‘golf balls’ of RAF Menwith Hill – an American ‘spy base’.

Fortunately we missed the rain, but you could see it in the valley bottom. We were rewarded with a nice rainbow though (I wonder if tigers like rainbows)…

So we headed home – at least we were dry (but somehow Mackenzie was muddy) – but that is part of being 8. Aduts avoid the mud and children are drawn to it.

The light shining down onto Ilkley in the valley bottom

The light shining down onto Ilkley in the valley bottom

Well, we didn’t get any tigers this time, but no doubt we will be off there again soon. Maybe we’ll be lucky next time!

 

 

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