Windy day at Pooley Bridge

One of Deb's best friends had contacted me a couple of weeks back and asked if she could drop by for the night to see Deb after her op. We managed to keep it a secret from Deb, and the look on her face when her friend turned up was priceless.

After a great evening last night, we drove up to Pooley Bridge this morning to see the end of the Lake before her friend headed back to Lancs. But the wind was so strong, we spent less time at the head of the lake and more time in Granny Dowbekins tea room.