After revelling in the delights of Chatsworth palace and gardens, we decided to escape, this time to James Herriot country- North Yorkshire. We had a sneaky day before we left for three days in London. That night was spent at The Rock Inn.
Fortified by their full English Breakfast, we embarked on a fun day touring the Yorkshire Dales. We drove up and up, along narrow lanes… through classic Yorkshire villages…
and discovered a lake/tarn on a large open tableland. It was 10 degrees Celsius and windy on this late spring day.
Heading out from the tarn, the local flock of sheep blocked the road. It really is true what they say about sheep. What a delight!
We couldn’t get enough of the expansive vistas. Around every bend was another feast for the eyes and soul!
You could imagine James Herriot trekking across the paddocks in search of a sick sheep! It was also obvious how inhospitable these hills would be in winter- brrrrr!
There were so many stone fences and peaceful streams and magnificent trees.
I was excited to catch a pleasant pheasant in the wild. He was very obliging, allowing us to get very close.
North Yorkshire was truly magnificent in spring. I want to go back and see everything we missed. You should too!
Next week I head to James Herriot’s old veterinary practice and you get to see a little of the man who inspired me to be a vet!
Until then…
Bernadette x
