Continuing our Sunday journey, after looking round the old lead mine at Grinton we carried on into Swaledale to the little town of Reeth. Reeth stands at the junction of Swaledale and Arkengarthdale and is always a busy place even in Winter. There was no obvious parking place so we turned right into Arkengarthdale - a very spectacular dale and the gateway really to high country. Journeying through Arkengarthdale and going North you can quickly hop from Yorkshire Dales to Teesdale and on to Weardale and the borders - there is very little habitation up here.This is really high and wild country. We stopped for me to take a couple of photographs I have put on to day - one of the octagonal Gunpowder House. This is near to several lead mine workings. They needed gunpowder for blasting out the rock and they needed it to be kept safe and dry, so the powder house was always built well away from the mine. This one is well preserved as you can see. Quite close to the powder house is a row of what used to be lead-miners' cottages. You can see that they have now all been gentrified but they are typical of the cottages the old lead miners lived in years ago.
Soon we were in really high, wild country. There was a very strong wind blowing and getting out of the car to take a photograph was hard as you could hardly stand up! Beyond the little row of cottages there is absolutely nothing but wild moorland - you will see that it is very brown - in fact it doesn't look unlike desert. In the Summer there will be a little more green but as we are above the tree line there is nothing to break up the wild expanse. In the far distance is the A66 Trans-Pennine route through from Durham to the Lake District.
Finally we came to the Tan Hill Pub - the highest pub in England at 1732feet above sea level.Again, this pub is always busy as it is directly on the Pennine Way long distance footpath. If you are reading this Bob (The English Gardener) I am sure it is a familiar scene to you. The post in the foreground of the photograph is a snow marker, which marks the road if the snow is too deep for it to be seen. The orange vehicle is their means of transport in Winter. Over this last Winter, when there has been more snow than usual, the landlady from the pub and two friends got stuck in their snow vehicle and had to be rescued by helicopter - that is how bleak it is up here.we turned left at the pub and made our way down hill back to Swaledale and "civilisation".Tomorrow I'll show you the River Swale and one of its bridges - then we shall be back home.