Someone, long-gone, used Granny’s bed to mend a gap by the track to Sleights Moor.Pines above Rosedale. Nobody came back for the old plough. England’s highest pub. Advertisements
Soon the garden will be like this once more. The blackbird will see off the cuckoo. The track to the moor will be dry. And there will be fawns to meet.
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