Barbon

So, Saturday would normally mean going for my long run but it was pretty clear to me last night - and, again, this morning, as I ran a quick systems check - that there was no way I could hope to go out. Recovery is the name of the game at the moment. I fell back on the wisdom of IntoTheHills and just accepted that this is a time for healing. Not only in terms of the flu but also all the little injuries that come from exercising regularly.  

Instead, then, Milly and I went over to Barbon to have lunch at Churchmouse Cheeses, the deli that moved, inexplicably, from a successful spot in the centre of Kirkby Lonsdale, across the valley, to this small village, taking a gamble on obscurity. Lunch was good, though, and it was a beautiful day, so that on the way back to the car we took in this view of the fell. Where we used to live would have been around that higher line of trees, I guess. 

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Reading: 'Manchester Stories'