Enjoying a pint

after a good walk 'somewhere in Yorkshire' (I can't remember where we went!) Paul and Fi came down for the day and quite conveniently at the end of the walk there was a nice little pub that sold my favourtie pear cider. We all had a pint, but Pegs stuck to the water and the scrambled up onto this bench - there was no way she was sitting on the cold stones!

Another good meal in the Shoulder of Mutton before we retired to the Grammar school and sat reading the log book entries of previous visitors, dating back to the 70's. Some very amusing and lots of stuff about ghostly goings on. Made me feel a bit jumpy!