Bilsdale from Hasty Bank

One of those magic moments. A shaft of sunlight on an otherwise dull, drizzly, blustery day, picking out the old jet workings of Bilsdale. I was contouring around Hasty Bank looking down the dale, supposedly named after William the Conqueror found himself lost in a storm but more likely derived from a Dane named Bildr, whose descendants perhaps were the target of William’s anger.