What a contrast Ian Jess and myself were woken, slightly worse for wear by the hail stones bouncing on the caravan roof. The two not so hardy walkers wrapped them selves in waterproof clothing, and i pulled on my shorts and off we went down the tow path to Skipton.
I have been looking forward to some soft and flat walking ,but the volume of mountain bikes on the path has churned it up into a Somme like substance, so just walking upright was a chore. Anyway we are in Yorkshire and only a spit and a jump from home, I will be home tomorrow as we reached Keighley so will do a short walk and leave a few miles for Friday and a 2 for Saturday.
Heather has done a fantastic job as my Pa and party organiser, I am expecting quite a few people at the George iii and then The night will be a great night with Our Friend Little Gem doing what she doe's best and singing her Motown and soul set,and music provided by Mr and Mrs Algy at breakaway music.
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