On Sunday, a group from our church homegroup took ourselves out into the Peak District for a walk. It wasn't a gloriously sunny day, but it didn't rain, and we went well prepared for the cooler temperatures which have suddenly arrived.
Our starting point was the small village of Alstonefield, just north of Fenny Bentley (of Leatherbritches real ale fame). Normally, Alstonefield is a quiet pace, but we hit it on the day of a yard sale held to raise money to have mains water put into the village church; St Peter's.
It wasn't long before we were tempted in by a stall full of books. Sure enough, purchases were made and there was a speedy return trip to the car to stow them away (except for Bryan, who held onto his newly aquired World Atlas, just in case Bob got us lost!).
The rest of us meandered slowly on, but stopped short to smile at this fellow...
Milton was keeping a watchful eye on proceedings around this stall full of bric a brac. Apparently, there had been a fair few offers made for Milton himself, but he was staying firmly put and helping the village to their very respectable total of £820.
Meanwhile, we had a footpath waiting!