Cycling to Wighill and a pub snack

The sun was out and there were only a few fluffy clouds in the sky when I cycled to Wighill this morning.

Wighill is tiny village somewhere in West Yorkshire, surrounded by countryside and farms.
Cycling was hard work... well what do you expect?! I have no legs!

I managed all the same and as did my friend who was coming from the opposite direction.
Once we were both together, we had lunch, a little picnic in a nice cosy corner.

Nom nom nom...

The church graveyard was a wondrous place, mini meadows of long grass and wild flowers paralleled the footpaths, surrounded by buzzing insects and hovering moths, with the occasional bird dipping in for a snack.

The pub called the White Swan is a place worth visiting. Their home made chips are certainly worth a purchase!

Nom nom nom!