Lunchtime Report: Mason's Arms, Gargrave
A beautiful saunter this morning beneath watery sunshine, walking over carpets of celandines and closely cropped lush green grass, with the views opening slowly to us as we head for the Mason's Arms. We arrive as the door opens and are welcomed in, boots and all to try the Copper Dragon Ale, a beautiful pale golden, fresh tasting pint.
This is a big day; over ten miles and so we are taking it steadily, we shall pace ourselves and work our way through the landlord's list.
It was a late night last night and so today is the perfect 'post Admiral Lord Rodney' day: Michael says it is a magically situated pub on the right ley-lines. No head aches, no passes. Waggy is talking about his pipework again, so all is well with the world.