Sunday lunch

Last weekend we were in the Yorkshire Dales with our elder daughter. We met her from the London train with the long Bank Holiday weekend ahead of us, ready to enjoy each other's company, good walks on the moor top and a trip to the Wensleydale Show. Just what the doctor ordered! We did a fair bit of pottling about. The Dales are usually full of the sound of water, streams and waterfalls aplenty, but this year the sound and sight was very much subdued, just a trickle wherever we went. Hawes.

We went to Hardraw for Sunday lunch, a lovely village and a popular pub. (I went in through the front door!)

Himself has placed his order and is waiting for his food, it will be coming with a large Yorkshire pudding and a lake of gravy!

A peep over the bridge shows another sad trickle of water.

It was perfect weather for walking on the moor.