I went on a walk last Sunday with my ‘Butterley Booters‘ compadres which was remarkable for two reasons:
(1) Brodie came in the car with me / us on the 90 minute journey to get there. Which is a personal best for her, as her younger ‘barf zone’ limit was around 45 minutes. I’d stopped trying longer trips with her but I’m glad to say she made it there and back with her dignity (and stomach contents) intact.
(2) We started from (and ended at) Brimham Rocks. Somewhere I’ve never been. “Really? Never? Really?” Jenny and Taru both asked when they first mentioned a walk there. The Rocks are a real geological magnet for tourists and walkers alike. They had passed me by though. I’m glad to say I’ve seen them now.