Leaving the river we head inland, past United Utilities pumping station to the nearby farm, where we adjourn for lunch. Arriving at this lunch venue later than the others, I find them all perched on collapsible stools, except for Dave who I observe with some concern sitting on the doorstep of an open caravan. The farmer driving his tractor, twice passed by as we ate our lunch. I was sure he was going to stop and confront Dave, but surprisingly he didn't. It was only as we were leaving that I found out that the caravan belonged to Dave. My apologies Dave for even dreaming that you would take such liberties |
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