What an amazing day we had driving through the Yorkshire Dales. The sense of history and village life was palpable.
Stone walls were like rigid veins with the pulsing of sweat and rough strong hands; now in a state of rigor-mortice, crossing the vibrant damp green speckled with young new season lambs – puffy plum white puff balls with black faces and on little black dancing stilts.
The storm clouds oozed across the sky, spitting hail and light rain – fortunately we managed to skirt around the main deluge and drove until about 9pm when we arrived back at our hosts home… still in quite strong afternoon light.
….. and no… although our mission was to find and purchase some the beautiful Wensleydale cheese (from Wallis and Grommit fame)… it was elusive and we did not procure any…. so … the search continues… perhaps in a specialist cheese shop tomorrow. I will keep you updated.