Upon arrival at the car park, the typical hiker-choreography started. Happy chatter could be heard while we swapped trainers for hiking boots, debated which layers should be worn or stored in the backpack and started our hiking trackers and smart watches. Soon we were ready for take-off.
The first section was flat and followed the river Wharfe. We passed green, sheep-dotted meadows at a brisk pace when, from the corner of my eye, I noticed a weirdly dressed person on one of the meadows, not moving much. I looked again, and it took a moment to realise it was a very awkwardly dressed scarecrow, which explained why the guy stood so still. 😂