Youngest has finished his second year at uni so we arranged to meet up him on Sunday and help bring back all his goods and chattels he'd accumulated over the year. We went up on the Saturday, taking the long way round, driving through the Trough of Bowland, stopping for lunch and a walk.
Saturday's are for adventures
Along the road we came across a small herd of what I suspect are Dalesbred ponies - with the most gloriously feathery legs. One of them came up and inspected us over the mossy wall. He had the softest velvety nose which he allowed me to stroke.
Having rested a while, we jumped back into the van and headed off to our stop for the night. We were not meeting Youngest until Sunday afternoon and our weekend adventure had only just started.
We parked up and I started cooking - we were starving by now and ready to eat. Shortly afterwards, we were sitting blowing on forkfuls of steaming hot pasta watching the ever changing sky.
The stormy weather was all around us and the sky had taken on a strange shade of blue. The sea glistened a startling silvery white and views flattened through the hazy humid air.
With one eye on the huge clouds building over the seas, we set off for a short walk along the estuarine edge, round back along the canal with a quick stop at the marina basin for Moss - she was warm and muddy and she was keen for a cool dip. The humid air was filled with the heady scent of the honeysuckle in all the hedges along the canal - it was a rich and delicious fragrance.
And tomorrow - Sunday - was another adventure just waiting to happen 😊