Ey-up

 Well, that was January done and dusted. Strangely enough, as 'January' as January was, it did not drag anything like previous years - not sure why but am very grateful. 

I also managed to write 22 posts, only one less than the whole of 2024 - that was something which gently pleased me too.  We've just returned from a weekend away where we escaped to the Dales for a couple of nights. I feel refreshed and ready to tackle February.

After work on Friday, we trundled up in my car, following roads we have used and loved for years, through towns and villages, dales and fields which we have walked through with small boys, with dogs, with just each other. 

We arrived in the dark, having detoured through the nearest little town whilst we looked for the fish and chip shop we knew was tucked away in a twisty narrow back street.

 Once we'd tracked it down, we bought a 'chip butty' (roll/barm/bap/bread bun) for me and fish and chips for Himself. A few minutes later we had arrived at our home for the weekend, opened up, put on the kettle and were eating steaming hot freshly cooked chips smothered in salt and vinegar. 

I can't think of a better way to start a weekend than by licking salty fingers and drinking tea from a 'made in Yorkshire' mug.