Today friend W and I have been to Kirby Lonsdale in Cumbria to meet friends P and D for lunch in Avanti - a lovely little Italian restaurant with a really Italian feel. A slick dining area with a bar in the corner and outside a courtyard garden with trees for shade. Today, just outside the window where we sat, there was the most beautiful dog. He was tall and slender and pale honey coloured rough hair. After our lunch (I had pasta with tiger prawns, chorizo, cherry tomatoes and spinach) I spoke to the dog's owner. The dog was a rescue dog and was a lurcher - around 5 years old. My goodness, he had fallen on his feet - he was being loved by everyone around. I could have taken him home.
After lunch we strolled back to the car and came home via Sedbergh. On the way we called in to look at Brigg Flatts - one of the oldest Quaker Meeting Houses in Britain. And of course I had decided not to take my camera!
Brigg Flatts is down a little narrow lane and is surrounded by about half a dozen old cottages - in days gone by this would have been a little Quaker community. Inside the building was absolutely beautiful with the most serene atmosphere. There was even a dog pen where people who walked over the fields to the meeting could put their dogs.
It stands in a delightful cottage garden; there are seats to sit on and enjoy the peace and a lovely man came across and asked us if we would like a cup of tea. There was a magical atmosphere of peace and tranquility. I wish I could post a photograph to show you.
If you want a treat though, Basil Bunting the Quaker poet, wrote a wonderful poem called Brigg Flatts. The first two lines are:-
Brag sweet tenor bull,
descant to Rawthey's madrigal.
If you go on line and Google him you can read the poem. The Rawthey is the local river and a short time after leaving the Meeting House we crossed in and entered Sedbergh on our way home.
It was a hot and humid day but the cool inside that place made me want to stay there all day.