Northern Traverse
Rock or frog? Frog. Rock or frog? Rock. Rock or frog? Two frogs. It’s a Monday night on the North York Moors. The landscape here is fairly featureless on the brightest of days, which means there’s even less to distract you in the dark hours of the night. Except for the frogs. And the rocks. They are keeping me sane, although I’m not quite sure how I ended up here in the first place.