View from the Moor

This morning I was out early to my recorder lesson where I murdered Handel's Sonata for forty five minutes before it was back on the train to Bingley and a couple of jobs in the town then onto the bus home.

After lunch, Angela called and we walked a circuit of the moor over to the old quarries and back to the village via Hunters Lane, chilly out of the sun but enjoyable in the sunshine, and a good catch up.  Angela has not long since returned from the US and she brought me a present of a Bob Ross colouring book!  Apparently, she saw it in a shop and it had my name on it.  And yes, there is a happy little painting with a cabin by a lake to colour in.