We are staying at the Pack Horse Inn in the middle of nowhere, North of Hebden Bridge. No mobile phone signal, but the barman said I could get a signal by standing on the stile outside the pub. I didn't believe it, but it's true and I am now standing on the stile dictating this to Janet (my wife).
Quite a hard day today, over 21 miles and 9 hours on the road
Met and chatted to a one-eyed gamekeeper, a young couple who invited us into their garden for a glass of squash and a young French girl for the third day in a row. (Huh, so that's what they're doing on this walk, following young French girls. J.) My son Richard phoned today and straightaway my hat blew off into a water-logged ditch - thankfully it landed the right way up (which is the right way up for a hat to land in a ditch?) and floated. It was still nice to get the phone call, though. Chris and Andrew had phoned earlier in the week.
I'm cold standing on this stile and need to go back inside the warm pub.
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Was that the same French girl 3 days in a row or 3 different French girls on each day?
ReplyDeleteFunny I passed a French lady on a walk this evening -- I said 'bonsoir', she said 'bonjour'...perhaps I'll see her again tomorrow!