Back On Ham Hill

I met my friend Roger on Ham Hill this morning for one of our regular strolls around the ramparts of the Iron Age fort and coffee at the Prince of Wales. Still feels odd without Carly the retriever padding after us, though it seems there is the possibility of the sound of tiny paws before too long. The stone circle was looking good in the wintry sun but by the time we’d finished our second coffee the rain had set in again.

Keep Fat seems to have come round quickly again tonight.