The afternoon was fine, chilly and overcast, but the rain held off. I turned right at the haunted crossroads and came back via another small lane. I haven't been that way for some years and I'd forgotten that there's a splendid view in places. You can look out over the valley, down to the fields where we had Pony Club camp for several years running.
And so back down the long hill into town, where I nipped into the Spar shop and bought more milk and cheese so I can make lasagne for G for tonight's dinner.