An eery tour of the standing stones on a night fellrun was an experience. After weeks of wind and rain on the fells, it's light relief not to feel like you're living inside a washing machine. The ground was frozen, so getting wet feet wasn't a problem...
I ran past the Cop Stone, on Askham fell, out to the Cockpit, a flat-lying stone circle which is so subdued that you have to know where it is. The low height of the stones somehow draws the eye to the surrounding sweep of the fellside rather than into itself. What a peaceful place at night time.
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