rogan's seat

I once saw Rogan's Seat, on the moors above Keld, described as the most boring hill in England which is fine if it means nobody else goes there, and fine too if you have the most boring blog in England, so what could be nicer than to sit on a rock and watch the sun come up at on the spot from which on a clear day you can see the flat top of Ingleborough to the south, Volga caviar fisherman to the east and a bloke speaking french in a plaid shirt and a baseball cap in the west. Anyway, I haven't been much in the mood for writing anything lately so here's a picture which is much easier. Go there yourself, although of course soon you'll have to stand up to admire the view, in case Gordon Brown, who likes to hang around at summits himself, sees you sitting down and nationalises your legs to sell for foreign exchange; well, you're not using them are you? You'd think that after seven gruesome years in Afghanistan our beloved leader would have more body parts to play with than he can shake a stick at but aside from plugging the budget deficit perhaps in the world of politics the number of people in need of a heart and a spine is even worse than we thought. Personally, I've done my bit for organ donoring; I'm leasing my eyebrows to Alistair Darling under a PFI scheme.