A day off

Out early to get the paper but we got there before the papers did. Then to the cafe for a cooked breakfast and huge pot of tea. Back to the newsagents-papers now arrived, then the butcher and greengrocer for tomorrow night’s dinner.
‘What shall we do now?’
‘I know, a short walk’
So just shy of 8 miles and 1500 ft of ascent, but the views were good, and it got decidedly warm this afternoon.
Pub dinner tonight on the only table left just inside the door. What could possibly go wrong?
Wish us luck!