I met Wayne when we both worked at the old Park Lane college in Leeds

We went to the the Craven Heifer Inn, Grassington Road, Skipton. We had arranged it by email he had sent a lovely invite to my address.

Arrived just after 12 noon, parked the car then Wayne left the car to make a phone call outside round the back of his car. After the call, as we entered the Inn Wayne commented on the beautiful colourful flower tubs outside and the fact that the Inn had accommodation. We went to the bar and I went to find a table, in the lighter, brighter extension. I handed him a menu. We ordered said food with a choice of new potatoes or chips, vegetables or salad. Wayne had: Black Pudding -- Grilled black pudding with chorizo sausage, rosemary and shallot pamentier potatoes in a mustard cream sauce. I had: Heiffer Pie made with beef and heifers pride ale, baby onions and bay leaves with a suet and short crust pastry lid. The portions were very generous. The pie tasted scrumptious, really lovely -- the best steak pie I’ve had! Wayne had coffee to finish.

During our meal Wayne’s phone rang and he took a call at the table, messages were arriving throughout the meal until he turned it off.

After our meal he had suggested we have a walk around the small country village of Grassington.

We parked the car in the car park, paid for a ticket then we walked around the village together calling into the Rugged Rabbit gift shop to peruse. Walking up to the top of the village there was a lorry which was stuck and having problems steering around the corner at the top of the street by the wooden duck shop, we waited. Continuing on, we walked around and down the hill towards the river across the fields. The grass was wet underfoot Wayne, enquired if I was alright walking across the moist grass in my sandals. We came across some hens with a cock bird in the field just as we came out onto the road Wayne counted them and commented “lucky bird”. The cock began to crow. I suggested we go right then left to walk alongside the river up to Linton Falls.

As we walked down to the riverside the heavens opened! Down came the heavy thunder rain. Wayne put his brolly up as he’d no coat with him and we made for shelter under some large trees to wait until the rain had passed. We had a cuddle to keep warm and dry, he bent for a kiss then squeezed my hand. The cuddle made us both relax. As the rain poured down, even the ducks swam from the river into the more sheltered reeds nearby. He pulled me closer, around ten minutes passed.

Eventually, the rain eased so we crossed the bridge looking at the torrent of waters flowing down the two weirs and over the falls. He saw a pool of still water and asked if I’d ever gone skinny dipping?

As we made our way up the hill Wayne tended to stop so I could catch my breath, we had one or two kisses. He commented that my nipples were hard and sticking out. The steep path led us up back into the car park.

The Sat Nav took us through Burnsall by the river where he enquired if I’d like an ice cream? He suggested next time we could spend some time either at Burnsall or Bolton Abbey. We continued along the road when Wayne suggested we found a quite spot to get to know each other better.