I love the miles and miles of open moorland, that is nevertheless full of colour and texture and the heather isn't even in bloom yet.
These are some of the Twelve Apostles - a stone circle also dating back from the Bronze Age. I would have taken a photo of all twelve except on the other side was another hiking group having their lunch.
Some more modern stone structures that I'm eternally grateful for are the paving stones that have been put down to allow walkers to cross these moors safely by avoiding all the bogs.
The furthest point of our walk was coming down off Ilkley Crags. The town is just to the right but hidden in the mist.
Though when we'd reached the bottom, the sun broke out. These are the crags looking back.
It was uphill once again and onto Ilkley Moor this time, just gorgeous in the sunlight.
From the moor you can look towards Wharfdale in the direction of the Bolton Abbey walk we did just a few weeks ago.
These stones are known as the Thimble Stones. I wonder if they dropped from the apron of the same ancient goddess who scattered the earlier stones. More likely remnants from the Ice Age.
Somewhere on these moors are also the Puddle Stones but we didn't pass by them. Plenty of puddles though - again, you can see how valuable the paving stones are!
I was tired after this walk, but exhilarated too. Sore muscles and fresh air and good company is always a great way to spend a Sunday.