Ah - Wensleydale!

I'm sorry I've been away for so long, but I've been in Wenselydale with my sibs, and life has been non-stop catching up, taking the air, loving the scenery, banter, eating pork scratchings, keeping up with Johnson's shenanigans, and trying to lure our brother who lives up there to take more than one day off work to spend with the rest of us. Here he is on his village green showing us how to play quoits. 

"Pork scratchings?" you say?

Yes. They sell some of the best in the dale, and my big brother bought two boxes to share - as he usually does. Jen and I have both taken a box home from previous visits, but oddly they didn't taste as good at home. We can't decide why  - is it that when eating them alone the guilt overrides the pleasure?

Here's a tiny sample of the beautiful scenery... 

and here are two my big brother took...

The village green at Bainbridge