It is a truth universally acknowledged that Peter hates walking. However, by some miracle I managed to persuade him to join his sisters Judith and Ann and their respective other halves on a walk through Dovedale today. Admittedly, it was rather like having Victor Meldrew in tow but he did it. I love the great outdoors. In my job I am totally ruled by time and there are some days when I hardly get to see the light of day and so it means a lot to me to get outside and not have a clue what time it is.
Dovedale was breathtakingly beautiful. We stopped for a picnic on this rock. Jon rather rudely named this photo "3 mountain goats". I'll have my revenge in a minute if I can work out how to post a video.
I nearly didn't get to see it all though. I am not gifted when it comes to directions and rather foolishly I had been the one to get directions from Ann. Not surprisingly we couldn't find it and Victor ooops I mean Peter, was about to give up and go home just before we managed to find the elusive meeting place. So glad we made it.
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