Striding ahead

Frank and Rena came over for lunch, and afterwards we drove up the hill for a walk on Weetwood Moor. Sunny and and mild, but very hazy, so they didn't get a clear view of the high hills. A lovely walk though.

On the way out I somehow managed to slam the door against one of my fingers, taking a great chunk out of it. Would have been a good idea to hold ice on it, but had to make do with a plaster. It's throbbing this evening...