Slippery when wet

Charlie braving the stepping stones over the river Hodder at Whitewell on a foggy breezy slippery day. He made it across  and back, or pretty much. without a splash while I loitered behind with the excuse of a camera around my neck. After that we repaired to the Inn, one of the best in these parts for real ale and a hearty repast in front of a coal fire. My kind of winter's day