As regular readers of my blog posts will know, this is not unusual. In fact there is rarely a week goes by when I don't go out to lunch at least once.
Today is the day for the farmer to shoot with his syndicate, The damp, dark, foggy days have disappeared and today is bright, sunny, cold and frosty first thing this morning. So, while the cat is away the mouse will play and friend W and I decided to go out for lunch.
W drove a few miles up the Dale to the village of Swinnithwaite and to Berry's Farm Shop and Restaurant. Here we had a wholesome (and large!) plate of sausage, mash and peas. It was delicious and we were full. This did not stop us following it with a mince pie and coffee. I have now come home feeling I don't want to eat anything else for at least a week. (we are going out for Christmas lunch tomorrow)|.
On our return journey, through Wensleydale bathed in Winter sunlight, we had to stop in order for the local Hunt to cross the road and ride off up the fields on the other side.
I am not a hunt supporter, neither is friend W, but I do love to see the spectacle of the Huntsmen in their red coats, riding their magnificent horses - and the hounds too (although by the time we got there the hounds were off out of sight over the top of the hill.
But the spectacle did round off a rather splendid couple of hours in the middle of the day.