This was yesterday, they do like their sheep in Yorkshire.
Leaving Keld. A very pretty hamlet nestled in amongst old mining country.
We may have to grow old but we can stay immature for ever!
This old tractor had been left to rot on a hillside and David couldn't resist 'having a go'!
The country side here is littered with the scars of a long-gone mining industry. The silence is palpable and it is an easy stretch of the imagination to 'hear' the sounds of the mining workforce. It must have been a very harsh existence.
The paths were a bit treacherous here and there with a lot of landslides after the hard winter making parts of the walk dicey in places. This skinny path leads round to an old cave called Swinnergill Kirk where local Catholics would go to pray secretly during the reformation. Must have been keen! How the women negotiated these paths in long, heavy frocks is quite humbling.
Liz standing near the cave entrance.
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