'Twas EVER thus...

"I'm a pleasant pheasant plucker
not a pheasant plucker's son.
I enjoy plucking pheasants
'Till the pheasant plucking's done."

"Right." She said, "Let's do the downtown things and go on a Blip-hunt."
No sooner said than done.
1st thing in the sights was Grassmere/Rydal, White Moss, carp-ark and a wander there. En route along the A66 she quoth thusly ... "Take the next right instead." So we ended up heading for Mungrisdale (Which for the benefit of furriners, seems to be pronounced as if there was an E after the S. As usual on such occasions I ended up spoilt for choice. We'd finished Blippery and were heading in the general direction of Caldbeck when this chap hove into view, taking a leisurely stroll in the sunshine. Who am I to spoilt a blokes day out? Total lack of trafic, ground to a halt and, metaphorically, shot him through the screen. Before Caldbeck came Hesket Newmarket, on the way through we spotted a Cuppatearia. SO? Gaffer is a bit of a Sconnoiseur/Sconnoiseuse, so when she spotted several cheese scones nothing else would suffice. I am forced to admit, it was almost worth the trip just for one of their scones. While there, we fraternised with the locals, (As you do) and head honcho looked as me and announced "J.G.Johnstone's Jewellers, Penrith, I knew you looked familiar" DUH?!? Once seen never forgotten, it happened in York once. And there was a memorable occasion when a customer came into the shop and informed us that we had been recommended in a Jeweller's shop in Winchester when the incumbents, for whatever the reason, told her they were unable to change her watch battery. A fellow customer had recognised the accent and suggested she visited us. We changed her battery no bother. "Who's a clever budgie then?"

Head Judge, decreed this was the one on the grounds that all the others will still be there any time. Except, of course, the paragliders who appeared as little more than specks until viciously cropped.