It was another beautiful warm day as ten of us set off from the Tin Hut Coffee Tavern. We set off up the steep hill, but didn't venture off to Sponds Hill, as that would have been too much climbing. No, we went down to West Parkgate and on to the Play Area. Disappointingly, there were children playing there, so we had to pass on that activity. We then came back via the Summer only route with a lovely view of Lyme Hall and up through the Lyme trees. Our charming hostess at the cafe was in great form, telling Jim and Grant that they had to sit at a separate table. She was messing with rebellious types and they asserted their rights to sit with their fellow Potters. The blackboard menu was full of its usual misspellings. My particular favourite was chicken mardass.
Here’s an amusing image taken by Woody on Thursday’s Potter while in the Goyt Valley. As one can see it’s as clear a picture as one would expect for a place like this, though Its content is quite puzzling:
Are the troops really lost in navigation, or are things as they really seem? It may be, that those present are thinking of other things rather than studying maps? Is It possible Grant’s perusing a menu for apres run? And Kath’s pining for little Al and Stan, whom she knows will be back home on the naughty step.
While Tow’s mind’s dwelling on the Van on the drive and whether it’s worth taking it for a spin to the Lakes soon, or maybe even to Spain?
And there’s Jimbo cast in thought, perhaps, puzzled by his Italian lingo taking precedence over the English matter he thought he knew best ?.... Who knows?.... Who cares? We all care!... don’t we?