I took My Darling B to the Dane County Farmer's Market at the senior center in downtown Madison this morning for breakfast and a bit of shopping.

We parked our car in the ramp next door.

It was a simple matter to pick out the cars owned by people attending the market.

You'll never guess who I saw at the parking ramp today

Lies they told me at Whole Foods

Just what the world needs: A two-bite brownie that you can eat in one bite.

The only thing better would be a whole tub full of two-bite/really one-bite brownies.

Here you go.

Among the sheep in Yorkshire

Many moons ago, I rucked up and hiked along the Pennine Way just a bit. I think it was the Pennine Way. The synapses don't fire the way they used to, y'know?

Anyway, the trail I followed threaded its way across many dozens of farmer's fields, all of them hemmed in by these stone walls that went on for miles.

Sheep and goats roamed the fields between, cropping the grass close to the ground and fertilizing the fields as they went.

Briancon, France

A friend of mine knew a friend of a friend who could get him a week's stay in a chalet on the French-Italian border where I learned to ski, after a fashion.

Our stay in the chalet was one night short of our time in Briancon, so we had to find a hotel in town for one more night. The town was a medieval walled city perched on the edge of a cliff.

I was a twenty-five-year-old from Spotweld, Wisconsin. I'd never been any place so exotic before in my life.

I remember as if it were yesterday ...

A view from the top of Malham Cove so gradiose it reduces me to cliche. Sorry about that.

As I was digging through a box of old photos I found this and other snapshots of a hiking trip I took through Yorkshire. I spent the night before this photo was taken in the yard of the farm in the center distance.

Malham Cove is a sheer wall of rock that's a favorite destination for climbers. I didn't climb the face of the escarpment, but instead followed a trail that went around and up to the top.

And it really does seem like only yesterday, or maybe a week ago at the very most. But it was, in fact, 1986. Tempus fugit.

... only yesterday

One end of Malham Cove ... from inside the cove, before I hiked to the top.

The escarpment rose out of the hillside with a lot more drama that I knew how to capture in a photo.

And I doubt you can make out the climbers on the rock face.

Which is why this is less than a photograph and more of a snapshot. Still, it gives you some idea how the cliff face slashed the hillside like a wound.