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Yesterday, Liz and I were supposed to be going for a long walk but it was raining and chilly, and we opted instead to walk down the Trail for a mile and go to Hassop Station - where I have not been in 15 months. They now have a giant marquee outside. Here I am underneath it
attempting to order two coffees and two scones on my phone, as instructed by signs stuck up around the place. It's a good job there isn't a sound track to this photo as the payment app/gizmo that they are using wants to know your phone number, date of birth (!) etc, etc, and I was getting crosser and crosser, expecting the next question to be about the colour of my knickers. Finally I got to a yellow 'button' saying SAVE CARD, with a tick box above it asking you to tick if you wanted them to save your card for future transactions. Basically, the two options were the same. As I didn't want them to save my card, and I was so annoyed I was thinking of going home and making the scones myself, I stopped.
Fortunately a waitress (am I allowed to say that now?) passed by and I asked her if there was any other way of getting an order, and she said "Oh yes, you can just go to the kiosk."
Liz and I stayed, and talked and talked, as if we haven't seen each other for six weeks. Then we walked back.
|Photo by Liz|
|Photo by Liz|
And as one or two of you have commented on loving to see the stiles round here, my brother Pete sent me this photo he once took of me tackling a stile in Wensleydale, that still remains though the fence has been removed.