I left the Old Silent Inn at 9:15 after chatting to landlord re the state of hospitality business and of grief. Also over breakfast I chatted with a couple using Brigantes to walk the Pennie Way - with some 20-22 miles which they are dreading and wished they had kept to 14-15 miles. The day was already hot. I heard a Cuckoo and willow warblers singing as I walked around the reservoir and passed Ponden Hall at 9:45 which apparently inspired the Vicarage in Withering Heights. By 10:30 I was starting to head up Ickornshaw Moor meeting a couple of blokes doing pothole repair for Bradford Metropolitan Council. I thoroughly enjoyed chatting to them about the heat and their hot work and bless them, one donated to the charity. As I climbed higher onto the moor it was lovely to hear curlews all around me building up to their bubbling cry. I’m sure Mum would have loved that - but perhaps not the heat and the climb! I know Dad would though! The thought of him offering to be my pack carrier along ...