I Scream,

you scream,
we all scream for ice-cream.

Plan A was to nip over to the general area of Skipton and check out this wee toddle.  Knackered link. As it happens the weather, while not actually raining, wasn't conducive to "going for a tramp in the woods", besides he was probably taking shelter.

We resorted to
Plan B and had a wee mosey around the market instead. Succeeding in not  buying a couple of dianthus (dianthes?) through not having sense to buy 'em on the way down and pick up on the way back.

I fancied an ice-cream, but hadn't taken my "Dookers" or a towel.
:¬)