Remember back when there was still such a thing as sunshine and it didn't get dark at half past four and I could still go outside without three pairs of nights and two jumpers on? Well back in those days (or, as a regular person might call it, the start of September) me and my dad headed to Malham to embark upon a really long walk through our fair county's countryside, to climb up a waterfall, to climb down a cliffside and to all in all have a very tiring but beautiful day. And it was warm. I didn't even have to wear a cardigan (shocking).
I didn't post the photos at the time, but I was looking back at sunny memories today and thought I'd share them with you now.
Anyone who says that Yorkshire isn't the best place in the country is off their rocker.
