This photograph was taken on the moors outside Haworth, West Yorkshire, England. The two figures in the distance are my mother-in-law and her brother, who left my wife, Anna, and I to scramble up and down the moors in a vain attempt to keep them in our sight. The “walk” (and I use this term loosely) was gorgeous in hindsight, as the pictures attest; however, during the trip (which I contend was on average 98% vertical), I thought my legs were going to give out at least three times. Nevertheless, I made it, and that in and of itself was an accomplishment. The photographs that I took were icing on the proverbial cake.
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