Friend W and I, along with dog Sophie, have been over to the edge of The Lakes today to meet our friends P and D in Kirby Lonsdale. What a transformation in temperature. We left here at a quarter to eleven this morning in fog and slight drizzle and with a temperature of 2.5 Celsius. We went over the top of the Pennines - Ingleborough (one of the three peaks in the Pennines and no stranger on this site) still had snow here and there and the top was covered in cloud, but already - as we went Westward - the temperature at ground level had risen to around 8. By the time we reached Kirby Lonsdale the temperature was 11.5Celsius, the sun was shining, the daffodils were in full bloom and even the lilac bush we passed on our walk to the Italian Restaurant where we meet, was showing big, fat buds.
Kirby Lonsdale is a delightful little town and the restaurant, Avanti, has the most delicious Italian food. We both wished we had such a restaurant here in our little town. We had a mooch round the shops, called into Booth's supermarket to top up on weekend shopping and then returned via Sedbergh, which meant going up towards the Howgill Fells - in full sunlight and looking so elegant, as they always do- crossing the River Rawthey, immortalised by the poet Basil Bunting and then home, crossing the watershed of the Pennines and coming back into a misty, rather dismal 4.5. here back in Wensleydale. A lovely day out.