The end of a perfect day

A while after the Great Yorkshire show and hard on the heels of Larch Cottage,
we had another day off. (Must be infectious)

Today it was up and on the road to Chester. Another "grand ratch" around town, both came away with something to show for it. The norm is ... We go looking for clothes for the boss and come away, metaphorically, empty-handed. This time we had a goal for herself only and came away with a trophy of sorts, each.

Definitely a "Grand day out" (Apologies to Wallace and Grommit), particularly since a couple of days ago the lass could barely hobble around the house.

I keep singing the praises of this lot from time to time. But, seriously, you'll not find much better in a long day's drive.

The Gaffer (Cumbrian version, not films) has been without various bits of diet for better part of 8 weeks and we knew we'd be late(ish) home ... So. Very little fell within spec (considering Jacket taty had been on the menu once today), so it was Fish and chips and t'hell with the wheat.

One of their boasts here is that the lamb comes from their own farm. I wonder if it's all from ones like the Herwick depicted here.