This week all the tiles are coming off the house, and new ones fitted, so the weather has been unseasonal. Between storms and squals we have managed a bit of walking, bussed to Reeth and walked back along the coast to coast path, and around Leyburn on a walk I think I remember doing with Grandma Briggs, (but surely it was too far. ed).
This is near Marske
and this near Bolton Hall
It was a field of solid clover, all in flower smelling of honey. The smell took me straight back to Acre Rig in Peterlee (a trip of 40 miles and minus 50 years) where the green in front of the house smelled the same.
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