A 9:30 start after more scrambled egg and smoked salmon than I could manage! There's a first for everything. Portion sizes at the Station Inn are not for the weak hearted.
After leaving the convivial atmosphere of the inn, we headed alongside the impressive viaduct. Two fighter jets roared across the sky just above us.
A short climb led to Blea Moor Sidings, where Cary inspected the property he has in mind for his parents' next move. Swallows, unaware of their impending eviction, flew in and out via the cat flap.
Later, we would observe that they must be having a delightful romp in bright sunshine.
Meanwhile, Cary and I found a sociable spot outside Dent Village Heritage Centre and Museum, where hot chocolate and Bakewell Tart went down well as the rain relented and Cary changed into dry socks.
So we had a kitchen in which to fry in olive oil the sliced up puffball that we'd collected earlier on the hillside. A tasty starter before a more substantial meal at the Al Forno restaurant. Calzone for Cary, Carbonara for me, followed by tasty desserts.
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