Moors

J9 decided to test herself so we drove up to the Moors with the sausage and it was beautiful as ever, saw two or three like minded souls but that was it, peace and quiet.

We kept it low level and she managed an hour or so (which is more than we thought) even if it does mean she is doped up on painkillers and reclining in a hot bath with a rather lovely sunday dinner in her tum, sirloin joint today before the one salary financial restraint really kicks in :)

Sausage boy as ever never stopped and he is in a similar reclined pose, snoring away with a large piece of oxtail in his tum.

Perfect way to spend a sunday