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I had a day off from work yesterday – I have not had a holiday for ages and needed some time away. Shirl suggested we go to Pateley Bridge, a small town a dozen or so miles away for a look around. She wanted to shop. I wanted a walk. She doesn’t walk. I don’t shop. We agreed to compromise.

So I spent an hour or so looking around the shops (actually, not unpleasant) and when the time came to leave I drove us to the top of the Dale where it is quite remote, and staggeringly beautiful. But it was also very cold and windy.

We parked the car and put on our walking boots – well her sturdy trainers, she doesn’t have walking boots.

She took one step out of the car…stood a moment, then said ‘Maybe not…you go, I’ll wait here’…

So we didn’t go after all…