subliminal

Twice in the last week I've found myself in conversation, albeit fleetingly, about High Cup Nick - a lovely little spot on the eastern edge of Cumbria - not far from where we live. Lovely though it is - a nice couple of hour walk, I don't think I've been there for three or four years.
Yet yesterday, pooch in the back of the car, I drove past our usual fell top walk & twenty minutes later found myself parked up at Dufton - I'm sure I had no conscious plan to do so when I left the house - still pooch seemed to think it was a great idea & despite a very chill feel to the air we got a good few hours break in the weather.