Wath in Nidderdale

For the first time ever we were refused entry into Bettys this afternoon, not that we had done anything wrong but we arrived fifteen minutes before they were due to close and there were still four lots waiting to go in, plus the sweet girl in charge was short staffed due to the dreaded 'Ping', she didn't know which way to turn. Not to be beaten we made a call up to the Sportsmans (see extra) and wizzed off for supper in the Dales.