Train of thought

It wasn't quite set in stone this morning and, as a result, I ended up meandering up the valley pondering on whether to head on a one-way ride to Kirkby Stephen or a round of Malham Moor. It wasn't windy enough to justify the train and when I spotted clag at the head of the valley, I diverted left and it was a lovely decision made.  I haven't taken the brutish way up Brootes Lane for a while so it made for a nice change.

I always admire the shape of this barn and the little red door... I couldn't resist the little red door!