Swinsty Reservoir

Today’s trip out, via the horse supplies shop, was to Swinsty Reservoir, north of Otley. For a change, we took the pushchair, which meant I didn’t end up crippled from carrying Mia for miles, and we actually covered some ground rather than waiting for her to inspect every single fallen leaf, which is what happens if she walks. In the end though, she got fed up of the pushchair and had to ride on my shoulders the rest of the way back.

As we were in a naughty mood, we decided to stray from the designated route, which was lucky because otherwise I wouldn’t have spotted the handsome old disembodied chap carved out of the keystone on one of the spillways between the two reservoirs. He’s positioned gazing out across Swinsty, and I’m guessing he’s some kind of Greek/Roman god of water storage, but I haven’t managed to identify him yet. He seems to be trying to break free.

If and when I do identify him, I’ll add him to the Wikipedia page I created about the reservoir when we got home.

Tonight we had butternut squash risotto for tea – it doesn’t sound very nice, but it is.