Fewston, we have a problem

My husband and I had a rare and unexpected chance to spend to day together today.  He usually works weekends while I work Monday to Friday - I think the last day off we had together was Christmas day.  This morning I was pottering around in the kitchen, putting a cake in the oven, not expecting him back until late afternoon when he re-appeared.  My natural pessimism and recent overdose of Arrested Development meant I assumed he had been fired.  No such drama however, the rota had simply been wrong.  I had been planning a cinema visit but we decided to make the most of the clear skies and mostly melted snow to get some fresh air and fresh sights for our tired eyes.  So we went to Fewston Reservoir, as recommended by the Walking Englishman.

 
The walk starts in a small car park off the A59 in the delightfully named Blubberhouses and takes you round the reservoir in a loop.  In late January this was a bracing, windy walk around the very swollen waterway, some of it very slushy with Friday's heavy snow fall.  In some of the quieter nooks the surface was frozen - we saw a few ducks milling about on the opaque ice. 

The drowned trees make me think of beavers - blast those beavers and their pesky dam making. 

We were able to indulge in one of our favorite activities, dog gawping.  We saw many lovely specimens and a particularly adorable German Shepherd puppy (sadly I have yet to find the courage to photograph stranger's dogs, no matter how cute they are).  I am still convinced my rent-a-dog business idea is a winner for dog lovers with lifestyles that are not dog friendly.

I was so cold by the time we got back to the car park that I simply had to go and sit in the sauna at the gym and then go home for tea and cake.

Happy Sunday x