
Had lunch at a tiny cafe and walked for an hour with Smaller through fields and past cottages we yearned for and next to drystone walls that I will always always look for fairyland through. I had to sit for an hour and a half at the end of it on a station in the cold, and my chest and throat still hurts with it, but it was worth it just to be able to breathe. Should go out of Sheffield more often, I think.