Christmas party

It's been a while since I shared a bottle with these three on one day.  And it couldn't have been finer.  

After a walk with Little Dog to hunt for the tantalisingly close breaks in the clouds with no success, it was time to party.  

Heading into Otley first and up out of the back, the curtains were being drawn on the dancefloor handsomely.  But it wasn't until Langbar that I danced with the sheep, who were waiting for me on the tarmac.  The lights turned on most spectacularly for us and someone had taken control of the fog machine which was now twirling out of the valley as the spotlight turned on it.  

The party feeling was leaving my legs as I headed over the Cow & Calf but by that time, I was homeward bound.