Yorkshire Dales and Jam Sandwiches

A friend told me they’ll be thinking of me this weekend. And I thought, how overdramatic. It’s just theanniversaryofwhenMumdied – no biggie!

We’re in the Yorkshire Dales (like last year!). It’s nice to be away. Because even if I don’t feel very different, at least the day does.

Tomorrow is our only day of nice weather. We’ll do a big walk somewhere and aim to end up at a pub for lunch. But just in case we get our timings wrong (a common occurrence!) we’ll bring some contingency jam sandwiches.

On Sunday it’s terrible weather. So maybe I’ll also feel terrible. Although maybe I’ll also feel fine. Because I am feeling fine! (am I?!?!).

It’s just a bit of a weird weekend. Weird to feel weird, and weird to not feel weird.

If I think about it – of course I’m sad. Because it is sad. Unbelievably sad. As in – hard-to-believe-that-such-a-sad-thing-happened- sad. But I’m not feeling unbelievably sad. Or even sad. Which also feels unbelievable. Am I making any sense? It’s all just very weird!

I think I mostly just feel excited about finding a pub this evening. And for nice weather tomorrow. And for being in a village with cobbled stones and pretty lights.

(We’re in Grassington! Where they filmed ‘All creatures great and small’ – which I’ve never watched – but here’s a picture from the show because I haven’t taken any pictures yet).