There's a storm coming...

Up bright and early, as is always the way when you're camping. The tent was like the centre of a live volcano. Had a leisurely cuppa, before the storm arrived and we retreated back into the tent. Passed over quickly though, so the tent driend before we packed down. We then headed to Grassington for food (decided not to risk cooking at the campsite, given the threat of storms) and then wandered around Kettlewell. Dodged another storm in the  pub, then headed home. A perfect couple of days.

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