...well, the top of our part of the world anyway.
Isn't it funny - I think we are all the same. We have had such a very long run of cold, windy and wet weather so that on the first spell of warm sunny weather we come out of the woodwork like flies.
Yesterday the farmer, Tess and I all went for a walk in North Yorkshire - going directly North from the farm. It always seems to be uphill all the way as we go North and I suppose to some extent it is.
We went through Reeth, the unofficial capital of Swaledale and then on into Arkengarthdale, through the only village in the dale - Langthwaite - and then turned up towards Teesdale, climbing higher all the time.
Once out on to the moor there is nothing in the way of habitable buildings as far as the eye can see. There are one or two houses but they have been derelict for
generations and just serve to show how absolutely bleak and hard life was for the farmers up here in past generations.
Suddenly, there they were, Mrs Pheasant and fourteen babies (not more than a couple of days old, not much bigger than large bumble bees) crossing the road in front of us. By the time I had got the camera out they had crossed but the farmer grabbed the camera and took a reasonable photograph of them on the grass at the side of the road. Aren't they just lovely?
We crested the hill and the whole of Teesdale spread out in front of us. We stopped to take in the view - breath-taking. At The Stang forest we drew into a gateway and went for a walk. I am no longer a fast walker so I went at my pace while the farmer and Tess wene at theirs and when I saw them in the distance on their way back I turned round and began to walk back too. They caught me up about a hundred yards from the car. It was a lovely walk for us all.
The sun shone and it was pleasantly warm, but it is high ground here - sufficient to say that the daffodils are still in bloom.