Just began my little hol today.I decided not to go too far afield until the dogs have died. Sorry if that sounds a bit grim but they're all pushing 15
and I couldn't bear to be living it up in Paris if they died in kennels. So I've come to Haworth - Bronte country - for a few days - I can be at the kennels in 25 minutes if need be.
Got here just after noon. The weather is glorious - just what you hope an autumn day in the country would be: golden, neither hot nor cold, somehow crisp and clean.
I walked (scaled) the main street and had a healthy jacket potato and chili for lunch. I mooched for a bit then ---- went for a walk. Far from the tourists, a real old yomp, Just Because I Could!!!!! The joy in every step was immense. Walking for fun - unbelievable, precious.