On the following morning, it
continued to hail down. I wasn’t in the best of moods to trek into Otley for a
true Yorkshire experience as it was hammering it down and we also had to take
paddy out for a walk. This was a two hour walk around the fields, and we
eventually entered a cemetery and tried to spot the angels in the graveyard. We
didn’t walk over to the neighbouring tarn, but we did get a great view of the
aeroplanes taking off at the adjacent airport. There was also a horse in the
fields which occasionally escapes onto the road in search of food. I really didn’t
want to cross the Chevin as it was still tipping it down, but I wasn’t getting
much of a choice, and I couldn’t think of any local alternatives to do. I
should have suggested Kirkstall Abbey; there’s a conspiracy to keep me away
from the place. And so it was that we prepared ourselves for another long walk
in the rain over to Otley.
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