Yesterday, in prep for the Yorkshire Three Peaks challenge (24 miles, three peaks in 12 hours or less) I dragged a friend up Pen-y-gent mountain in the Dales.

It’s a 6.6 mile round trip with what is described as a “short scramble” to get to the top. Short and scramble don’t really fit the description I’d use!! More like – 2 mile upward hike culminating in a full blown climb up a steep cliff.

The path was crowded – it’s a popular route with plenty of walking groups of all shapes, sizes and fitness levels. My friend, Di has much shorter legs than me so some of the climbing proved a bit of a challenge (think giant rocks!) – BUT we did it! 4 hours in total too – good going I reckon and not a blister in sight!

We had plenty of antics on the way – having to negotiate a drone being flown above us, loose dogs getting in the way, 20 somethings just sprinting up the trail with not a jot of sweat on them and gleeful smiles.

Di had help from a lively gentleman who aided her with a shove up a particularly nasty rock step which was almost as high as her.

We diverted to visit a waterfall and hidden cliff called Hull Pot. It’s a lovely spot, very peaceful.

A fun day, great weather with a good friend. Legs are fine today too!

Or have we gone one step beyond bonkers?

Most Saturdays I go for piano lessons for an opportunity to try something new and believe me I will never, ever be a concert pianist!!!

So today on my way to my lessons I happened to stop at a supermarket to use the toilets. Inside the gents toilet which has only one door into a small toilet with no other exit, I happened upon the sign on the back of the toilet door

Now I might be missing something here but ina room with only one entrance door, which doubles as an exit door, should we really need to let people know how to exit the toilet? I started looking for signs to remind you to breathe in and breathe out!!!! but then that would be stoopid wouldn’t it

One week ago we were sat in glorious sunshine in Bali and today

And then occasionally as a grown up you get to try your luck on a kiddy slide (unless your bottom has a little too much surface area). Live in action, Mrs Fogg, just click play.

Last night was our first meal out in Ubud. So far we’ve spoilt ourselves with dining in the hotel in its fabulous restaurants. So off we went to Ubud to find a place to eat.

Our driver who shuttled us down to the town suggested a small traditional warung called Sun Sun. A warung is a small family run eatery, often hosted in their own home. It will serve traditional Indonesian food and they are often very cheap. So off we went to find it.

The first we see is this ornate doorway that looks like the entrance to a temple.

The only giveaway that it’s a restaurant is the large board on the street.

Oh what a joy to enter. This is very traditional comprising of different raised covered areas that would traditionally been the living areas of the family. Now it’s setup as a restaurant. Plenty of food choices too

We went very traditional (apart from the wine and beer) with a set menu! Delicious!!

Sadly one of us has a delicate tummy so one whiff of different and hey presto this morning I had to reach for…..

Still…..so worth it!!! Food and place was wonderful. We might just have to go again tonight. Did we mention the total cost was circa £14 for it all??

And given the delicate nature of Mrs Fogg, might be staying very close to the loo