Newlands Valley

There is a pub to the west of Derwentwater that was once run by the Minx's parents and where her brother is now the landlord.

In those far-off, already nostalgia-tinged days when one could simply walk into a pub and a have a drink, the Minx and I used to come up here from time to time, as you might imagine.

It's not just that her brother is a lovely guy and a great chef, or that it's a splendid old pub: no, just take a look at the view from the beer garden!

(The Minx and I popped up today so that she could hand over one of her 28 loaves.)

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Reading: 'A Treachery Of Spies' by Manda Scott