Sunday, 5 March 2017

Walk with me in the Yorkshire Dales

It was only the beginning of February that we took off for two nights at The Traddock but it feels SO long ago. It was really a very short trip with only one full day and 4 hours driving to get there and back from London.

Obviously, we spent our one full day walking. Because my life is pretty much about food, walking and Stu. (It was a very good day.)

We set off through the frozen-in-time village as the sun finished rising, the sky still streaked with pink and silver. The village shop is adorable, shelves stuffed with colourful packets, a fridgeamajig full of sandwiches (only one veggie one, which we bought to share) and for some reason a bowl of grapes sitting on the counter. Presumably they were for sale but maybe they were just for nibbling!

I couldn't stop taking photos and Stu got annoyed...partially because he was in charge of the map and he thought he might be leading us the wrong way. (He wasn't.)

We walked up the road, out of the village and over a wall into a field of sheep! Normally, sheep totally ignore us or run away so it was a bit freaky that these sheep all stopped what they were doing, stared at us, then slowly approached us baaing. Have you seen the film Black Sheep? It crossed my mind.

Snaking up a hill and following a sign round a bend, we found ourselves on a flat covered in creepy rocks. They really reminded me of the giants in the BBC The Silver Chair. Those giants frightened me so much because I thought they had killed Puddleglum and I couldn't deal with Narnia for YEARS.

Anyway, these were odd piles of rocks and there were two kinds, one that belonged there and one that didn't and had been left behind by a glacier in prehistoric times.

In the distance a man on a little tractor thing was rounding up a horde of sheep.

We backtracked to the sign and went onwards. Along higgledy moss covered stone walls and through tiny gates on top of walls. The path skirted round an amazing overhanging sort of rock.

The view <3 oh...

We crossed many a field, followed an empty road, gleaming silver in the sun, and crossed many more a field until we reached 'the green road'. I'm not sure if that's the real name or just what Stu called it but it was a green, grassy path which took us to the bottom of a big hill.

It seemed a good spot to sit on the rocks by the gate and eat our cheese roll. And apples and dates and 9bars that we brought from home.

Stu found the ruins of a little house, a rectangle of wall and the remains of a fireplace.

Then it was up, up, up the hill and on top was prehistoric mosaic of rock with prehistoric looking plants snaking from beneath. The wind blew cold and hard. Taking my gloves off to take photos left my hands stinging. We could see distant snowy peaks. And a few brave tiny trees, surviving the harshness. We hadn't seen anyone else. It was just the two of us and it was beautiful. We sat together on a huge rock and took in the view. We explored the prehistoric rocks. We said hi to a brave little tree.

Eventually, we wanted to get out of the wind and the sun was getting low. Back down, following the green road till we reached a path between two stone walls.

The sky got prettier and the path led us through a hamlet. I saw snowdrops with joy. Spring!

Looping around a farm, we found ourselves back at The Traddock where a hot shower awaited.

Are you looking forward to Sping? Have you spotted any signs of it?

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