River Wharfe

The Wharfe at Kettlewell. I lovely cold winters day albeit so sign of any snow. Called in Kilnsey Trout Farm for a coffee before heading up the Dale to Kettlewell. I was greeted by the smell of someone cooking what appeared to be liver and onions. It was either one of the two pubs by the bridge or the small cafe across from the carpark.
Guess what I’ll be cooking sometime over the next couple of days ;-)
I couldn’t stop long as I have to be home before it gets dark as I don’t fancy navigating my way to my back door in darkness.