On a day trying hard to be
spring-like, with the sun shining somewhere above the mist and haze, I met up
with my walking buddy Pete in the pretty village of Ainderby Steeple whose name
neither matched the attractive church (tower, no steeple) nor the walk (flat,
no hills); the topography was chosen by design to make for an easy start to the
walking season and the route was picked for its passage past three pubs – we ended
up in the Wellington Heifer and contemplated that our outings’ priorities would
henceforward tend towards short walks and long lunches rather than our previous
plan of long walks with short (usually packed) snacks.
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