A new view.

Barton Grange, just for a run out. Late start so we missed their nosh, but did manage to find Herself the illusive Verbascum but not Helen Johnson.
:¬((
Not to mention an Achillea and a different Erigeron.

It's not quite carved in stone, but we've got to be pretty damn desperate to be home if we don't call into Westmorland Services, if only to cock a leg against a lamp-post and/or have a brew and buy a Scotch egg or two.
This was the first time we'd ventured into this section with our brew. We, normally, end up just off-scene to the left.