Last year, no thanks to lockdown, we were unable to walk up a favourite hill and immerse ourselves in the bluebells. We first went as part of a works outing in 2013 - and we fell in love with not only the flowers but the hill itself often returning to include it in our walks around the Dales.
It was a lovely walk and as we arrived back at the van Himself noticed a sharp shower flying up the valley towards us, so we quickly stepped out of our boots and retreated inside, lit the kettle and sat listening to the rain hammering down on the roof - safe and warm clutching a mug of tea.
It felt good to have been out, it felt even better to have beaten the rain and kept dry 🚶🏼♀️🚶🏽♂️🐾🌻🌼🌹
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