SWALLOW FLIGHT

We went back to Blanchland today because we liked it so much last time - the village, but in particular the journey there and back across the North Pennines. The swallows were there again, resting on the gutters.

It seemed a lot chillier there today, or maybe it was me. I'm feeling a bit cold and achey, so I'm off to bed now hoping to ward off any nasties.