Today there is not a breath of wind. It is dull and the air is damp. We went out to Sunday lunch - six of us - Hawes in Wensleydale. Four came from the West side of the country and we of course from lower down the dale. And what a delicious meal it was - a choice of roast beef, roast lamb, roast pork and roast turkey. All with the correct trimmings of cranberry, horseradish, mint or apple sauce. We were there for two hours of good food and jolly company and we are now home again, the wood burner is lit and the farmer has just taken Tess for her afternoon walk.
Now we must savour this quiet because Henry is on his way and he will be noisy again. I find the noise of the wind so very tiring.
No more food to get today - just a cup of tea, so a nice, peaceful evening.