Back in Yorkshire...

I wanted to photocopy a couple of walks from a book I found in Ambleside library, but librarians sometimes get agitated about copyright, so I turned to the front of the book to see who’d written it. The name on the title page was mine; I must have written it thirty years ago.

Back at the Tan Hill Inn tonight (the highest pub in the country) so I can spend the next few days photographing the Yorkshire Dales for a book. Someone else’s… not mine.

Another pub: the Kirkstile Inn, backed up by Little Dodd...