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First glimpse of the dry stone wall patchwork of the Dales
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profJohn ready to go
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profJohn ready to go
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profJohn waits shyly at the kissing gate
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profJohn leads the way ...
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Back of Scalegill Mill, from the footpath to Malham
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Footpath along the mill race
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Follow through!
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A bright future?
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Watering hole
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Oh dear! Another stile with a little gate
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Stile with little gate! Presumably because the sheep round here are of a nimble, long-legged variety who'd be over the stile in two shakes of a lamb's tail
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profJohn scales stile with little gate
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profJohn had become somewhat bolder by the time we reached the last kissing gate on the path to Malham
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Civilization
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Bottomless tea
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Good idea!
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It's usually better than you expect when you do that ... if your expectations are very low and it's lousy
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What happened the day after it poured with rain
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The day it rained
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Never be without your National Trust sticker
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Shooting the rapids?
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No, they are not cut-out lambs planted in the landscape
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Dalesview
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Zigzaggy for ½ mile
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We found so many kissing gates profJohn became a little tired of leaning in them
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Ing Scar
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Clear blue Malham Tarn
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Greenfinch - but he really ought to be called Goldfinch
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Yorkshire Bluetit
