The Dales

We collected my eldest daughter and her friend Rachel from Manchester Airport this afternoon. They had flown in from southern Greece and were beautifully tanned and healthy looking. Unlike us....it has been raining all week and feels more like winter than July.
We decided _ us grown ups - that a detour over The Pennines would be far better than trundling back up the M6 and so turned off for Sedbergh and headed, in zig zag fashion, over hill and Dale until finally reaching the Tyne Valley and home. It took some time but it was a lovely change.
The girls were not so delighted, especially as it began to rain heavily about fifteen miles from our destination. Thats life!