Hello. We have candles glowing orange and a real fire in the lounge tonight. All lovely and cozy. There is another guest but I don't know where she is, I saw her briefly but she has disappeared. She is not in my room, so it looks like I don't have to share again.
Breakfast was ginormous this morning, Jack put on a lovely spread which filled me up for the rest of the day. I didn't feel hungry until about 4 o clock, when I decided to have a bite of a sandwich.
I walked out of the back of the hostel and down a path. The building looks as good at the back as it does from the front.
If you want to know anything about the local history you can choose from the menu, dial the number, and a short history lesson will be played to you.
St John the Babtist Church has a prominent position on the main road.
This is a part of The Limestone Way long distance path, here I am going through Peter Dale. There was a lot of rocks strewn about and boggy sections, so it made the going quite difficult.
The road is a dead end road, it only goes to Litton Mill. There are footpaths further on but cars have to turn round and go back. Here is The Mill, another conversion to apartments. It's in a lovely secluded location,