Monday, 17 October 2011
Another lovely day.
Two lovely Autumn days in succession is almost too good to be true at this time of the year. As soon as we had had our lunch the farmer and I set off for a walk at Orgate.
Orgate is a tiny community just above the village of Marske in Swaledale. There is no made up road, just a well preserved track, and rarely any traffic. We left our car in the village of Marske, crossed the bridge over the beck and walked up the hill to the track. This beck is one of the many which flow into the River Swale. On a fine day like this one the beck is a pleasant trickle but after rain it becomes a raging torrent, all adding to that huge body of water that flows down the country and into the North Sea at the Humber Estuary.
In the peaceful fields there is still plenty of grass. As far as I know there is no dairy farm in the village but one field held a clutch of Suffolk rams feeding themselves up prior to their busy time. What sturdy fellows they are - they must carry twice as much weight as Swaledales.
The next field held a lovely black Dales pony. There are not too many of them about nowadays although they are becoming a little more popular. He was a lovely fellow but really too far away to get a good shot and he had no intention of coming any nearer - the grass was far too sweet and tasty.
And so we set off down the track between quite high hedges. Luckily we had Tess on the lead because suddenly - on a bend - we were surprised to see two horses pulling a splendid carriage. There were two people sitting on the front, holding the reins and two more folk standing on the back. By the time I had got my camera out they were disappearing round the next bend but the photograph gives you some idea of what it was like. They must have had a lovely ride on such a lovely day and it did strike me that a hundred or so years ago I would have known exactly what sort of carriage it was!
I talked yesterday about the fieldfares and redwings. Well I hope they come this way some time soon, because great swags of cotoneaster cornubia berries hung out over the track in various places - they looked good enough to eat.
We had a lovely wander along the path through dappled woodland until I realised that we had to walk all the way back to the car - so we turned round and retraced our steps.
Another lovely walk before this week's promised spell of Arctic weather.