Allithwaite

When my first ex-wife and I were looking for a place to buy ooop norf, we briefly considered the small village of Allithwaite.

Following a morning excursion to try out a new (to us) boot sale at Flookburgh, we saw a sign for an ice cream parlour, which ultimately turned out to be closed, but we continued on down the road anyway eventually arriving at a small parking area from where we had a little wander and I was able to take this rather uninspiring shot.

As is the consummate blipper’s burden, it turned out to be my only photo of the day.

Much quieter day today as the wee ones headed back to their mum for a few hours, which gave me time to do some shopping and make a half-hearted attempt at cleaning before my parents arrived for a brew and a chat.

The wee ones returned shortly thereafter and we devoured a cracking bangers n mash for tea.