The weather here is suddenly turning wintry again; after a few weeks of warmer weather colder weather is on its way. This became quite evident as we went across from East to West today to meet our God-daughter in Sedbergh for lunch. Luckily we had no hold-ups as we were late setting off after coffee with friends on our usual Friday morning meet and then a quick shop on the market with the farmer.
We arrived at our cafe destination to meet her only to find that a poor man was stretched out on the floor of the cafe attached to a defibrillator and attended by a couple of paramedics. We went to find another venue feeling it best to let the paramedics get on with their business without us sitting there eating our lunch - although there were a few other folk doing just that. I hope the man (who didn't look all that old) is now on the road to recovery.
Coming home again in dull weather I took a few photographs to show you. When you see photographs in travel magazines and the like they always show the Dales at its best - but in the Winter it can be quite a dull, forbidding place, and so it was today in many ways.
At Cotter Force the farmer took Tess for a walk (and a paddle) while I just took some photographs. Both of these becks are tributaries of the River Ure, OUR river, which eventually flows into the Ouse and then into the Humber estuary.
As we came back through Hawes - a little market town which is a long way from anywhere, always busy - even in the depths of Winter - I took a photograph because it struck me that it is a perfect example of so many places up here where the cottages were all built long before the advent of the motor vehicle and hardly anyone has a garage although many of the homes have probably got two or three cars between them. This means that the quite narrow roads are always lined with parked cars. I wonder what our ancestors would think to it now.
There is a stretch of road after Hawes where the Ure makes an absolutely perfect meander and I managed to catch a bit of it, although again there is a blur because the farmer was going at his usual fast pace and I was photographing as we went, with the window open.