Tea at the Daffy Caffy

To get to the Daffy Caffy we had to walk through Farndale one of the remotest (is that a proper word?) dales on the North York Moors.  At this time of the year Farndale is covered in daffodils (hence the name of the cafe).  Last year we went and we saw four daffs in the whole of the valley today there were a tad more but still loads to blossom yet.

 We walked out along the valley bottom beside the river and when we got in smelling distance of tea we were pleased to see this sign.

 The Daffy Caffy turned out to be a cottage in a hamlet that during the months of March and April provide food and drink for the day trippers.

 Having Buster with us we had to sit in the garden, which wasn't a hardship.

 Waiting for our bacon butty, Buster has his eye on a piece of cake someone had dropped.

 After filling our stomachs we need the facilities, which turned out to be a bit primative.

But the surroundings were beautiful.   By the time we got back to the car Keith's knees and back hurt, my feet were complaining but Buster was ready to go again.