What millionaires eat in Sedbergh

We ate our picnic in the car, in a grey drizzle high in the Pennines, and came down into Sedbergh, overtaking all the caravans on their way to Appleby for the horse fair. For the last mile or so into town, there were horses every few yards along the verges, grazing on the grass or munching thoughtfully on the hawthorn hedges. By the time we arrived, we were ready for a little something ourselves.

( So we had coffee at the Gallery )

When Sedbergh grows up, it's going to be a book town: it's made a good start, but it's not there yet.