After seeing my lovely great grand-daughter yesterday (she is even more delightful in the flesh than in her photographs) and marvelling at the love, care and attention she is getting from her parents, this morning felt rather flat.
Suddenly the sun broke through what has been a whole week of grey skies and we just felt like a drive out.
The farmer drove through Wensleydale, through Coverdale and down into Kettlewell which I believe is in Cravendale. Then we came back to Buckden and turned down the riverside and over the tops to drop down into Hawes in time to call at
our friend's restaurant for roast pork with sage and onion stuffing, apple sauce and lovely veg.
The temperature when we left home was two degrees. It changed constantly on our journey, depending upon the height at which we were driving. The lowest it went was minus two and the highest four degrees.
It is time to heat up yesterday's soup for our evening meal. so I will leave you with a selection of photographs I managed to take from the moving car.
Lovely old Yorkshire names for the villages, like
Carlton in Coverdale, Oughtershaw, Horsehouse,
Kettlewell, Yockenthwaite, Starbotton. You couldn't make them up could you?