Knaresborough 20 Mile Walk, Or I Secretly Hate Myself
I just need to admit at this point that I am a masochist. Between doing a PhD, and these punishing walks I do, I may as well accept it.

I did a 20 mile walk around Knaresborough this past weekend. It was mostly flat, so it wasn't too bad, although the last three miles or so, I thought my legs were going to fall off.

River Nidd (I think)

Bluebells!

Sheep because, duh, I was walking in the country.

Churchyard

Horse!


I finally found out what these fields of yellow I saw from the train are. Rapeseed fields. For making canola oil and biofuels.

I did a 20 mile walk around Knaresborough this past weekend. It was mostly flat, so it wasn't too bad, although the last three miles or so, I thought my legs were going to fall off.

River Nidd (I think)

Bluebells!

Sheep because, duh, I was walking in the country.

Churchyard

Horse!


I finally found out what these fields of yellow I saw from the train are. Rapeseed fields. For making canola oil and biofuels.
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