Lunch in Weardale

[shewhomust]

This morning D. announced that he fancied going out to lunch, maybe in Whitby; durham_rambler said he has important papers to read, and couldn't possibly; the message from valydiarosada was that goingt out to lunch was a fine idea but she wouldn't be leaving her bed anytime soon; and I likewise thought thar 'out' and 'lunch' were good, but a three hour round trip sisn't tempt me in the least. As a result D. headed off alone, and was last heard of at the Lion in Blakey, and the rest of us went out rather later and lunched at the Black Bull in Frosterley.

The sun was below the hills by the time we finished our lunch (around three o' clock) but instead of driving back the way we had gone, along the river valley, we carried on, further west, and then climbed out of the dale and back into the sunshine. The high moors were dusted with snow, and although I don't make new year resolutions, I thought, this year we must come here more often.

Home through the lengthening shadows and the reddening sky, and the sun just setting (again) as we arrived.

Comments

[klwilliams.livejournal.com]

Dark at 3:00 pm? *shudder* Though I'd appreciate the summers.

[shewhomust.livejournal.com]

Not dark, though we'd seen the sun slide below the skyline - but this was in the valley. We had, ooh, another hour of daylight left, really.

But you're right, this is the price we pay for those summer evenings!