l'année dernière á York

a first time here for Jim. Sometimes you can find little gems when you look through the old pics

Other times it’s just another souvenir shot

Think this is a nice shot, however viewed, whenever... click for really big view

York Minster from the Walls, 18th May 2010

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to wendy world...

... where, at Cocked Hat, Dave and Wendy

made us welcome on the Sunday afternoon, as

the reunion reunited...

Oh and Ralph....

The climax of the day was either the superb repast of Yorkshire pork with roast spuds, cheesy leeks and all sorts of other goodies - even the veggie option looked enticing, though we didn't get our hands on any - or else it was the walk in the woods, with adults, children, a horse, three (four?) dogs and a mog.

Jim took lots of pics along the way, and they make up most of what's on display here - check it out. And if anyone's got any pics of stuff they think we've overlooked, then please do email them to Jim and he'll add them to the appropriate collection


to ripon...

... for a meet with folks we seldom see

In fact, it usually takes a funeral to get this lot together. But now Jim's the oldest survivor this side of the Atlantic. Duh!!

Chez Jill and Vic at Low Lindrick - a spot unknown to local taxi men - we passed a pleasant afternoon renewing old acquaintance and forging new.
The sunshine battled against and intermittently overcame the cold Yorkshire wind. But a wow! of an event it was, and all thanks - we should prolly say kudos in the blogging context - to Jill and Vic for their welcome, hospitality and massive array of nosh! Safe to say we were all well fed up and agreeably drunk...

Click here to view a first gallery of pics - more to come, probably tomorrow


a damp, but lively, start to the day

with dewdrops on the grass, and pheasants - all misty wet with rain -

in extraordinary colours, patrolling the field outside our windows. And...


...a woodpecker (Greater, and Spotted, no less) on the feeder outside the kitchen window...

Greater Spotted Woodpecker

... as dapper a chaffer as you could hope to meet...

Chaffinch in Courting Suit

...when he could squeeze the nuthatch out the way....

Nuthatch (that's nut-hatch, not nu-thatch, dummy)

...squirrel permitting, of course...

Alien Inavder

And of course, being Yorkshire, soon as the sun comes out, there's these, everywhere

Behind the Wire

Just love that pheasant, though. Here he is again...

Pheasant in the Foggy, Foggy Dew


if it's spring, it must be yorkshire....

.... or somewhere therabouts.

Somewhere just inside of or just outside of the past or present, or who knows even future, County, Shire, Riding, Thryding, Wapentake, administrative district, area of outstanding this or that, national park or whatever that is was or shall be Yorks.

Any road up, as March turns towards April we're off in the direction of the Howgill Fells

Howgills from above Gawthrop, Dentdale

This time we're staying at Killington, in Ghyll Stile Mill Cottage (left of pic)

Ghyll Stile Mill Cottage

near Sedbergh (that's Sedbergh - pronounced Sed-burgh by some, Sed-berg, by others, but Sedberr or Sebberr by those in the know - the local residents.

This puts us in Cumbria, South Lakes District Council turf, but just inside the Yorkshire Dales National Park.

Maybe it's the limestone, or the way the hillsides are speckled with crumbling stone field barns, but when the sun shines on the landscapes in this part of England, it's extraordinarily reminiscent of France. Those field barns must have been built to serve much the same purposes as the "bories" which litter the fields and hillsides of France from the Dordogne to the Auvergne and the Aveyron - even on the stark and uninhabitable "causses" uplands of the south.

Field barn and dry stone dykes, Denthead