Cast your minds back if you will to Monday 21 January.  The vision you have in you minds eye is one of torrential and persistent rain, floods and chaos.  Here in the valley it was as wet as I can ever recall it being.  The river was not just in spate it was out across the the fields and pastures, a foaming raging torrent that just about cleared under the arch at New Inn bridge.  By the Tuesday morning the rain had stopped, but with the clear sky came ice making the roads pretty treacherous.  By breakfast time the sun was warming through so I thought that a quick trip down the lane to check for flood damage would be safe enough.  WRONG!!

200 yards down the lane I struck the ice.  The bike went left, I went right and the upshot has been a week spent in Airedale hospital whilst the NHS put the ball back on my right femur.  Ouch!

So, sorry for no blog last Sunday, but normal service should be resumed from this week end.  These will be the reflections of an armchair keeper for the next six weeks until I get the all clear to put weight on my right leg again.

See you soon

Ian