Bowen's Whist Pies

Awoke to the kind of spring morning that makes you feel glad to be alive. Caught a glimpse of the first spring lambs in the fields at Anglezarke.

Then up to Rivington to sit in the wild weather eating the award winning Bowen's whist pies. FIJ played on the banks of the reservoir splashing in puddles until she got purple cheeks from the cold.

Some days it's great living in Lancashire.

Big pot of chilli simmering for tea.