a summer walk Wetherby to Spofforth

I often complain about it being relentlessly cold and wet in England.
 It is.
Every now and then though, a nice day leaks in through the clouds and if everything lines up we get to enjoy it. 

This was such a Sunday in early June and we strolled to Spofforth to post a letter, have a pint and return home.

 It only sounds boring if you live somewhere that such a thing as a long dry walk is frequently possible.

Spofforth is about a three mile walk along the old rail line embankments.  There used to be a railway station behind our home and the track leads from there all the way.

The Castle Pub serves a good pint and a reasonable house white and we have even eaten there on occasions in the past.

 This shot reminded me that one Tuesday when Gail wasn't working we also got a short burst of late afternoon sunshine which enticed a margarita onto the front yard.  We had to follow and as a result got to chat with most of our neighbours to catch up on all the latest.




But please understand, June 2012 is the wettest on record with towns and villages flooding, our downpipes overflowing and generally , its very cold and wet.