Long Walks Good Food Fab Company

Since moving in to the "Hobbit House" I have only eaten two pre-prepared meals. No, really, both of which were rubbish pizzas bought because I hadn't got a cat in hell's chance of cooking anything.

I admit to an equally rubbish take-away kebab from Meltham, (and won't be going back to the same place again in a hurry, seriously chaps, where was the "salad"?? All meat & chilli sauce, nice, but not really what I thought I was getting.) but that's it.

Fresh food. Veg, meat, chicken,bacon, & beef mostly, but occasional sausages...ha, there's a story there, but it might have to keep for now.  Casseroles, home-made chips, mash, stir-fries, farm-shop proper steak-pies occasionally, a salad or three, no honestly, steak, a few old-fashioned "English Breakfasts" just for pure indulgence sake...and woah..don't I feel better for it?

 I should coco.

The most gorgeous country, the loveliest views, people, pubs, friends.......So it makes no sense whatsoever to randomly pick an old poem and post it here:

 

 My little buddy, "2e". The walk last week was a bit much for him to be honest. It took him a couple of days to get over it, but he's happy enough now thankfully.

 Gwyn looking for something to chase.....

Quite right I say..........

The point being?

An hour of listening to the cuckoo in Yateholme, while sitting on it's (her?) banks, the reservoir not the bird.

The cormorant.

The heron, a recurring theme.

Para-gliders on Holme Moss.

Sun (Lots) and a cheeky fresh breeze...

Laughter and silliness.

An hour paddling in  the stream, silly but fun, and a saunter, rather than a walk, back to the car to go and feast on a "home-made" beef and pork dinner, with "all the trimmings" as they say..

Happy?

HAPPY.