Whilst it has been pouring down in t'south, the weather here, in God's own country, has been glorious. So much so that we ventured out for a little drive up Nidderdale this morning but not before we explored another part of Fountains Abbey.
The traditional entrance to the Abbey involves quite a long walk, so, I was looking for something a little less strenuous, (what with Jan's war wound and all), and found a really spectacular approach in a different direction to normal.
Anyway, job done, it was then off to Pateley Bridge because after a delightful gift of Lancashire cheese from my new cheese supplier yesterday (thanks Ivan), I'd developed a yearning for a beef and onion pie from our award winning favourite pie shop.
"I've been dreaming about these pies," I said to the pie man.
"Things that bad?" said the pie man in his laconic Yorkshire drawl.
As I giggled I said to my beloved, "shall we eat the goodies down in the park?"
"Nah," she said, "let's go to the Sportsman Arms for lunch and have them this evening."
So we did.
All in all a very, very nice day.
It does sound like a good day. But when you say "I said to my beloved", were you talking to the pie or to Jan? I'm never quite sure.
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