There’s nothing like being told you can’t go somewhere to make you want to go there! For me that ‘somewhere’ is the Yorkshire Dales, with the view across to Ingleborough teasing me every day. However, there is also something very focusing about spending time in a smaller area. I recall the fuel strike in 2000 which I spent in a static caravan with two toddlers. As the story unfolded on the radio, it seemed we would have a very dull holiday indeed, having only enough fuel to return home. However, it was magical. We came to know the farm and the local paths well and my younger son became more confident walking with help from the closer walls. It was blackberry picking time and we enhanced our caravan rations with plenty of these.
The situation we are in now is much more serious and yet it is still proving possible to experience a greater relationship with our immediate surroundings. Wildlife is thriving and we are likely to be communicating better with our neighbours, be it at the Thursday applause or through local support networks.
I went to take a photo of Ingleborough for this blog but found myself instead drawn to our nearer neighbours, the sheep and lambs in the adjacent field.
I am inspired by daily walks to compile a guide to local walks centred on the Old School for our future guests. Once or twice a week I go a little further afield by bike for my daily exercise and these relatively small distances now feel huge and adventurous!
Imagine how excited I will feel when I make it all the way over to Ingleborough when the time comes!