One hill too far

With another sunnyish day on our hands, a walk was very much on the cards, so we headed up to the Roman Road for a short head-clearing walk. Mr B was toiling with his sore leg, and Mrs H was stolen by the children, but that all gave time for a catch-up with Mr H, who I shared a house with a hundred years ago at College.

Back at the ranch there was lunch (duck and chips - a compulsory meal for guests in this house) and then, all too soon, our visitors were airport-bound and the house was a little too quiet and a little too empty. Still, that did provide a good napping opportunity!