Yesterday being the first day of Summer, according to the weather man (sorry but I am traditionalist and I will stick to June 21st as the first day of Summer if you don't mind.), we were invited to tea by friends in the pretty Dales village of Castle Bolton, only a few miles from where we live.
It is a splendid little village, entirely overshadowed by the magnificent Bolton castle - a fourteenth century edifice which in 1568 became, for a short time, the prison for Mary Queen of Scots.
Our friends live very close to the castle and their terrace has the most beautiful view over the Dale.
The journey there was interrupted by a farmer moving a flock of sheep along the main road (not all that unusual an occurrence) but even that was pleasant to watch in the lovely sunshine.
I have taken a series of photographs of the Castle as we approached and then a final one from the other end of the village street.
A lovely afternoon - good friends - nice conversation - a lovely garden - and to end,
a delicious coffee sandwich cake (the farmer brought an extra slice home and has just eaten it for his tea today).