Old friend Tony was over in Sheffield for the weekend.
We saw our team, Hull City, sadly thrashed by Sheffield United on Saturday afternoon. In the evening, we went for lovely curry meals in "Urban Choola" before calling in at the local pub for a pint. It was very noisy so after we had supped up we came home to watch "Match of the Day".
On Sunday morning, I made bacon sandwiches followed by hunks of melon. Then we went out into the diamond blue morning for a circular walk by Stanage Edge. Tony hadn't been up there for years because he moved away from Sheffield almost thirty years ago.
We all enjoyed the walk and the lovely colours that the autumn sunshine defined. Long time visitors to this blog may vaguely remember some of my previous solitary excursions to Stanage Edge. It was nice to be up there with Mrs Pudding and Tony. I was the best man at his wedding twenty nine years ago.
It's nice to have a friend like Tony. We have so much mutual history and later this month we shall attend his youngest daughter's wedding back in East Yorkshire. It should be a happy and memorable event even though Tony split from his wife a few years back. It was painful and acrimonious. That''s how the world often seems to go these days