A few pictures taken with my phone from the van as we drove through the national park.
The dales are a series of valleys nestled between hills of moorland in the Pennines, and 95% of the land in the park is privately owned. There are towns and villages and many, many farms, with fields of sheep bounded by dry-stone walls, and old stone barns.
I was expecting something wilder and more uninhabited, but what I got was beautiful and bucolic. Also, our lunch stop was at the Wensleydale Creamery, where they have a free tasting room: Wensleydale with cranberries or apricots or mango and ginger, cheddar with caramelized onions or pickled onions or chili. I didn't need lunch or dinner after sampling everything at least twice.
The journey from York to Oxford yesterday was long and frustrating; the heat has caused massive problems on the rail systems, and I ended up taking an Uber from Birmingham after my train to Oxford was cancelled and the next trains were repeatedly delayed. But I got here. I checked into my hotel, successfully retrieved my suitcase from storage, and was only twenty minutes late to dinner with a Merton friend. I'm moving into Merton this afternoon and will be happy to stay put for the next three weeks.
The dales are a series of valleys nestled between hills of moorland in the Pennines, and 95% of the land in the park is privately owned. There are towns and villages and many, many farms, with fields of sheep bounded by dry-stone walls, and old stone barns.
I was expecting something wilder and more uninhabited, but what I got was beautiful and bucolic. Also, our lunch stop was at the Wensleydale Creamery, where they have a free tasting room: Wensleydale with cranberries or apricots or mango and ginger, cheddar with caramelized onions or pickled onions or chili. I didn't need lunch or dinner after sampling everything at least twice.
The journey from York to Oxford yesterday was long and frustrating; the heat has caused massive problems on the rail systems, and I ended up taking an Uber from Birmingham after my train to Oxford was cancelled and the next trains were repeatedly delayed. But I got here. I checked into my hotel, successfully retrieved my suitcase from storage, and was only twenty minutes late to dinner with a Merton friend. I'm moving into Merton this afternoon and will be happy to stay put for the next three weeks.
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