A Missed Turn

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Yesterday I met an old friend from university days at Ripley which is an appropriate mid-way point between our homes to start a walk into Nidderdale. The trouble with meeting up with old friends, especially when you haven't seen each other for nearly six months, is that you do tend to talk rather a lot.

So much so in our case that we missed a footpath we intended to take and ended up back where we started, earlier than we had anticipated.


Of course that was no problem. We just went to the Castle Tea Room and kept on talking!


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