Yorkshire Pudding

As you may have noticed, the blog has been quiet for the last three weeks. No – we did not throw ourselves off the mountain as a result of three weeks in the car with the kids (although I did get worried at Kathy’s rally driving on the snaking mountain roads). Instead we just got back from a great time up ‘north’. I will split this into several blogs to spare you a long read.



Our journey started with three days in the Yorkshire Dales. We stayed in the most cutest village of West Burton in the heart of the Dales. With the ‘Fox and Hound’ over looking a large village green for the kids to play and lined by old stone cottages, you get a feel you have stepped back in time.

For the three days a light rain came and went, pierced by periods of lovely rays of sun, giving the dales a mystic charm. We spent the time visiting Aysgarth Falls and Malham Cove, an impressive 250ft limestone rockface forming a natural amphitheatre. We also went to Fountains Abbey, an immense labyrinth of rooms founded in 1132 but now a peaceful ruin.

But for me the magic of the dales was the high treeless mountain passes, rolling green hills crisscrossed by dry-stone walls and rambling stone barns. With the storm clouds rushing past in the distance it was time to leave this lovely landscape and head further north to Scotland.