Well 2 am! Can't sleep. I don't know why - I had a lovely day. W and I met our friends from Grange over Sands at The Wensleydale Heifer for lunch. And a lovely lunch it was too.
The Heifer is a high class mainly fish restaurant and Boutique Hotel - always full - today was no exception - Car Park full (of large, expensive cars). Sea Bream, Goujons (very large ones not the tiddly little things full of fish 'offcuts' which are the usual fare in cafes - these were huge and came with thrice cooked chunky chips and 'special' mushies (I think they were fresh green peas - lovely bright coloured green 'mush' with just a few whole peas) - tartare sauce - a delightful plateful (water, Black Sheep ale, Elderflower drunk).
I resisted the Eton Mess (which was huge and prettily decorated with spun sugar) and plumped for rice pudding with a crispy brown sugar topping, accompanied by coconut ice cream and a pile of preserved ginger (beautiful.) and decorated with a very pretty purple pansy.
We were (as requested) in the bar - a tiny alcove with just room for a table for us four and another table for two.
I have nothing to eat since - too full.
It is always slightly strange in the middle of the night when one can't sleep isn;t it? Sitting here with a totally silent world outside.
I have to end of a very sad note. My little hedgehog who has been around for the whole week was this morning run over right outside my bungalow. Why can't folk drive carefully. Surely a hedgehog is worth slowing down for.
Off to bed for another try. Night-night,