I’ve driven past Malham Cove many times since I moved down to Yorkshire and intended going up there for quite some time – but until yesterday had been too lazy to do so.
So a few friends, my good lady and I went for a wander up there on a rare sunny January day in Yorkshire. As usual I wore my shoes that are slightly too short and lacerate my heels. One of these days I’ll either wear my old army boots or just buy a new pair – it took months for my heels to heal in New Zealand when I ran down a mountain in them – idiot.
It turns out that as well as some nice cliffwork, there’s a large limestone causeway at the top of Malham Cove which provides some entertaining slippery footing when wet (which I imagine it almost always is).
I guess it was a good tester of how much my ankle has healed since I sprained it that I could bound around hopping from rock to rock without going over it, being air-lifted home and having some bearded mountain men talking on the local news about what an ill-prepared muppet I was and how other people should learn from my mistakes!
There was even a pretty waterfall there and strangely I wasn’t tempted to dive in and swim around – maybe if it was in a tropical rain-forest I might have but this is Yorkshire.