The second day of our jaunt was a bright, if chilly, one. Sitting in the garden with a bowl of porridge and a jumper was lovely. I decide whilst waiting for the rest of the sickly six to rise that Misty and I would explore the stepping stones over the river. We found the path, and the local hippy encampment, and Misty had a lovely swim. Unfortunately I forgot my camera!
We decided on a trip to Birks Bridge, a local wild swimming spot. Alex was too nesh to give it a go, although a family was swimming in there.
Porridge view
Ian try’s his hand at stirring
Proper porridge
All ready to go
A big rock
Ice cold for Alex (get it?)
Kathy climbs to the bridge
More views of a big rock
The wild swimming bridge
Vicky takes a gander
From the other side
Ian and kathy get a closer view just in case
A handsome man
Kathy gets to the top to find she has been beaten to it
Never mind, she made it
Chris surveys his domain
Misty takes a swim
The top of the bridge
Here we all are
And again
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Back at the ranch Alex and Chris ran up Stickle Pike, the hill you can see from the porridge garden, as you do. They waved frantically from the top to us, but Rotherham were playing on iPlayer (1-1) so no one saw.
Soon it was time to get that hot tub sorted, so I had to get involved, being the best stirrer. It was perfect this time, red hot! Five of us squeezed in although one of the many, many, rules and regs said only four. We saw an incredibly bright space station pass, west to east, before I left the little ones and Ian to their illegal hot tub drinks.
The best stirrer
Stargazing
If you are wondering about the five in the hot tub, it was Petes birthday so Kathy was at a socially distanced laptop party
Beautiful
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