Skipton To Skipton.





All tools have arrived.....shall we get oily now?





No, no and thrice no!
The sun is out begging us to take a trip along the canal while it is in all it's glory.
It would have been very rude to refuse.









I know, I know, frivolity in the face of despair is probably not good, but the way the weather is up here at the moment, any lack of taking advantage would be criminal.

One of the many swing bridges along the Leeds Liverpool, this one being different as it actually works, and works without the accompanying grunting and groaning that is normally associated with these things........ BW have had the grease can out.

We arrived at "the" spot after a couple of hours of meandering slowly along through the sunshine.

It was then time for Pimms on the lawn, and what a sweeping lawn that was.

This also, rather strangely, served as our breakfast terrace as well.

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These clouds are all completely man made as they are the vapour trails of the many aircraft plying our Sky's.

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This makes me think along the lines of.....if they were not there the sun would be able to shine through properly and maybe a summer as we knew it would be upon us once again.

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Just a thought.

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Until next time..............................

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