Unusually we have been away for the weekend. Even more unusually we have made our way down into the heights of the Peak District and into pubs that had rooms above the bar into which we could sleep.
The food was mostly chips and more chips with a siding of beer but all around was a landscape of low hills topped by soft rocks.
Having negotiated those soft rocks we found ourselves in the garden of of a pub and gradually over the course of five or six hours we found ourselves having one of those late afternoons were there was no point moving unless it was to make our way to the bar for another pint.
We made it until last orders.