Bottoms millpond can at times be full of the dusk sky. We walked there on a cold clear frosty afternoon. The sun was easing itself gently out of the day, filling moorland cloughs and the valley itself with deep cold shadow.
A fair bit of felling had taken place to clear trees whose roots are creeping into the ponds earth dam. Amongst the neatly stacked trunks hot embers of a workers fire glowed. We sat by it like that bloke and his dog on the cover of “Songs from the wood”. But for a few gentle duck ripples ruffling the reflected red bricks of Bottoms Mill all was calm.
Sunset came colourless and cold,barely touching the pond. We walked by the steaming mile race crunching on last nights frost while tonight’s slipped into the valley. Ahead a dipper called and bobbed beneath the river.
Back up on Cartworth Moor it was lighting up time in Holmfirth. Orange street lamps and red splashes of brake lights sketched out darkening roads. Windows glowed warm and at the bottom of the valley Victoria Towers lone navigation light shown red above all else.