A babbling brook

It’s not really a brook, but it was the best title I could come up with.
It’s called Pit Hills Stell and it’s a ‘beck’ flowing down to the sea. And having just looked up the meaning of beck, it seems it’s the northern version of a brook - so maybe I’m not far off.

Anyway, it’s where I took Vinnie for a walk earlier today after Greg and Gabby had set off on their journey home. It’s been wonderful to have them here for the weekend and Greg is next coming up in March to have a ‘study’ weekend in preparation for his first Masters assignment.

The afternoon was then taken up with chores. Two loads of washing folded and put away. And I’m now just off to book a live Pilates session for tomorrow morning. I’m not confident it will work seamlessly but if the internet plays ball I am hoping to get through it.

I also started one of my new/rekindled activities this afternoon and picked up a ‘real’ book I had seen and fancied. It’s called Under A Greek Moon by Carol Kirkwood. I am fairly sure how it’s going to end, but it’s a light easy read and I’m enjoying it so far.