The farmer has gone walking with the Wensleydale Society today. He had hardly left the house when there was a snowstorm which lasted an hour, but didn't settle.
W and I decided to go to Masham, about ten miles away, to a cafe called Johnny Baghdad's. Although only small it was packed and the smells emanating from the door were delicious.
They serve a variety of Middle Easter food with overtones of European and Far Eastern touches. W had Thai cakes with chick peas, salsa and salad and I had Spanish omelette with black olives and salad, also served with a salsa. The food was delicious and very cheap( £15 for the two of us) and heavily laced with garlic as the farmer discovered the moment he came back through the kitchen door after his walk.
By the time we got to Masham the sun was shining and it was a pleasant, tho' cold day. But as the seats in W's fourtrack are heated it was beautifully warm in there.
Now we are both home, Tess has been taken for her walk and the farmer is lighting the wood burner. A snug, cosy night is called for, garlic or no garlic.