A tennis ball ice bound in the pond.
We’ve all been to a very nice Bar-B-Q this afternoon, it was a fell runners event, so a bit of cold weather wasn’t going to stop them in the pursuit of such an out of season activity. Mr Uhdd did a bit of a orienteering race, and the boys and I did a more modest one, except Tom got a bit ambitious and raced ahead, leaving Joe and I map-less, not to worry, we knew our way back to the BBQ and we had a nice amble around, just what we needed after the excess of New Years Eve.
Some photos from our ‘race’ and I use the term very lightly
Farms and buildings dating to about 1700
When your fabric is that old, bits tend to give way, here the lintel has broken over the door
The other elevations don’t look so good either.
Some rather handsome sheep, who must be used for showing because they were very tame and obviously used to being near people
A gate post with a history,
A delicate and elegant packhorse bridge, thought to date from 1700 or so, the packhorses were led by men known as Jaggers