Anemones that the bank voles had missed.
This sacred place was overwhelmed by snow – see how the stupa now leans.
Then the cloud returned. But we went up the dale to Danby anyway – to the North Yorkshire Moors Visitor Centre.
Met a fine lady.
No! I will not get off this land!
Inside the centre was an exhibition by local textile artists. I took a picture or two for Viv in France.
Before going to Lealholm village to find a pub.
A fascinating and genial old codger. He was drinking Black Sheep and said he’d written a novel. I ask you! Does he look educated enough?