Traditon

When l lived in the family home we had traditional Sunday lunch ( except we called it dinner) every week.
These days such a lunch is more of a rarity.
Elaine,  who is here for the weekend and l had planned to go to the monthly fine food market in Ilkley this morning to get something a bit different to eat at home later but it was cancelled due to the forecast of strong winds…which as it turned out were unfounded.
So l booked us a booth in a local pub for a late lunch.
We had the rare roast beef , a bottle of red and of course the Yorkshire pudding which l’ve tried to show in my blip.
What a good couple of hours that has been.