September is the time to escape York and enjoy the moors so we gathered friends and went up to Hawnby to walk around the hill (again).
The sun was shining and we were all wearing shorts, which should have been enough to make everyone happy, but still we had to deal with grumbling children as we crossed fields.
However, that's because we forgot the most important rule of walking - go to exciting landscapes. As soon as we were on a steep incline surrounded by ferns, everything was happy and the children were galumphing along engrossed in a game and stuffing their faces with bilberries!
But we didn't make very quick progress, so we had to abort before we got to the final hill, which was a shame, because we had been looking at it all the way round! Instead we worked our way back along low-level bridleways and picked our way through mud.
It wasn't all bad though - we found some good mushrooms, and had time when we got back for a pint in the pub! Surely that's how all good walks end?