After a very bad night's sleep (I sat by the Aga reading 'Under the Tuscan Sun' by Frances Mayes most of the night) this morning friend W and I went out to lunch.
The bad news is that I forgot my camera, so you will have to rely on my verbal description. We needed to avoid going into our little market town as there was a big funeral at the church, which meant that everywhere was crowded. So we went over our Moor and into Arkengarthdale - in Spring sunshine. The route is grouse moor
and here and there in the distance they were burning the heather. I actually saw five grouse, which is quite unusual as they do tend to hide in the heather when there is anybody about.
We went to the CB (short for Charles Bathurst) Inn for lunch and it was delicious. As I am on a stringent diet to lose some weight for the sake of my bad ankle I have had no potatoes for the last three weeks. I ignored the rule today and we both had Whitby crab cakes with salad and chips. It was delicious.
We went and bought a new television this afternoon but we can't get it to work any better than the last one! My son, who is very technically minded, has just been round and he can't get it to work either and thinks that the trouble might well be with the aerial and the other television might well still work! So at the moment it is stalemate.
The farmer has been on his walk today in pleasant weather. There were eighteen people on the walk - seven miles or so - and he came back in time to go and get the television before tea.
It will be quite nice to have an ordinary, quiet day tomorrow after the rush of today - so see you then.