This week’s walking with the yummies (actually a rather
different subset of them) took us along the Wharfe to Addingham (where we had a
very civilised stop for tea and cake in aid of an African charity; all walks
should have something similar organised) and then across and back on the north
side of the river, past the Stations of the Cross at Middleton and then through
the woods and back down into Ilkley for lunch. The lunchtime conversation was
thankfully less solipsistic than the previous week.
The White Swan on Sunday saw half a dozen turn out and run through games of Tsouro, Citadels and Ice Flow. Even I am always surprised by just how enjoyable Ice Flow is and this game proved no exception. Rather unusually a number of polar bears appeared together in a row on flows close to the northern coast of Alaska and it was a long time before four or five of the explorers managed to leave land at all. Also unusually I didn’t win.
It would appear that my reader from the Grand Duchy of Luxembourg (pictured above) has reappeared. To him I say “Svo er hægt að lesa á íslensku þá getur þú? “.
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