We spent a night listening to the pitter patter of rain. It’s not cold just really miserable. The Wharfe is full up and I am fed up. We need a bit of light.
On we plodded, up path and down path. Eventually after the only muddy bit I came to this.
It is complete with it’s own little fountain. This was the best I could do with it. I messed about for a good while but still ended up with blown highlights. There are hoards of people around today which is not improving my temper. I don’t know where my ‘Goodwill to all Mankind’ has gone but it is noticeable by it’s absence.
On we pottered and arrived at church.
First I arrived at the churchyard. Now I’ve seen some funny things in my time but never graves in the form of picnic tables. It seems all the rage around here though. Different! I perhaps ought to settle here, folk are as daft as I am.
First I did the inside of Bolton Priory. It’s a great pity that Henry VIII destroyed so much of these beautiful buildings and that the locals compounded the vandalism by pillaging the stone for barns and houses.
Despite the odd spot of rain and the all pervading gloom I enjoyed the walk and so did the dogs. They were black when we got back but the estate provide a boot wash come dog wash. Very handy, not that Molly and Alfie showed much appreciation.
We got back around one thirty and I did this post…….well I did a post and lost it. It just disappeared. The sun came out so the folk opposite decided to crack a bottle of wine or two in celebration. Then the people next door joined in……….it seemed churlish to ignore a party so I took a bottle. Sunshine and blogging obviously don’t mix.
I shall get out today but also it’s van clean and laundry day.
Have fun till later.