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 Last week we celebrated our fifty-fourth wedding anniversary with a trip 'home' to the Yorkshire Dales. We hadn't visited since before lock down, eighteen long months ago. What would we find? 

First sight of our dale.

Pinkers Pond used to disappear each summer, but several years ago it was lined and is now a pleasant little stretch of water all year round.

The ducks like it!

All was well at our place, the garden very tangled and overgrown, but so pleasantly so that I left much of it alone. Everlasting sweet pea had scrambled it's way through the Rosa Mundi - and pretty much everything else.

Push past the lavender the front door.

There is a path here somewhere.

 

 

 

Quite a bit of post had piled up inside.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Day 2 and the path was re-established.

Beautiful weather for putting a chair outside to bask in the sun.

Our property is bordered by a stream with a small fall. It is a lovely sound to hear through the open doors and windows. (In winter when the level rises you can hear it well enough with the doors and windows battened down!)

It is always pleasant to take the path that follows the steam up to it's source.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One of my favourite wildflowers, the harebell, grows on the slopes that border the path.

 And "Basher' Brown has left a decorative feature by the path as well!

A walk of about a couple of hours takes us up to the grouse moor. We have taken this path in all weathers, it is a pleasant circular walk and this week, in unusual heat, we set off in good time in the morning so that we would be back home before the heat of the day.

Nothing to hear but bird song.

Walking along the green road back to the village.

You can see the path that we walked on the right of the photo.