Twas an horrendous wet Saturday, so Mrs Foggy took me to show me her new office and today was so nice we got up early (well 9ish), cleaned the car and my bike, before coming over to Haworth for a womble up Wuthering Heights.

And of course we had to start the 6 mile hike with food at the Old White Lion. We had a Christmas dinner here once when we lived in our caravan and if the folks cast their minds back we all walked back along the railway line and through the dark tunnel (someone had to jump from sleeper to sleeper because her legs are too short).

It was fantastic in this area and much more fun when we lived in our freezing cold caravan, nicely warmed with the proliferation of heaters purchased from Argos and the pound coin electric meter that kept spinning with all the heaters running. We slummed it in a caravan for 18months whilst we built Whitemoor Way, all of our stuff sat in storage for that time and it was a shame to leave it, with Dennis, Viv and their donkey called Jasper