Skipton

We started off the day with breakfast at the café at a local garden centre with John and Marina. While we ate and chatted we watched Mr and Mrs Black Swan. She was sitting on her nest on at least two eggs, while he patrolled their pond (extra), hissing at passersby who dared to get too close.

MrM suggested an afternoon out, in Skipton, calling in at a builders' merchant en route so he could order some sand and cement. We spent a pleasant afternoon wandering around Skipton - on the towpath of the Leeds Liverpool Canal as far as the former stone-loading wharf in one direction, and back to the canal basin (extra) in the other, then through the centre of the town, browsing in a couple of shops on the way. It was decidedly chilly, and I actually bought a hat (a rare occasion, as I very rarely wear one). 

We left late afternoon, and MrM drove to nearby Gargrave, where there was just enough daylight to walk by the river so he could see the stretch of water where he's hoping to go fishing in future. (I suspect this may have been the real reason he suggested an afternoon in Skipton...)

It would be too late to cook when we got home, so there was a slight detour on the way back for fish & chips in Baildon.