We are coming to the end of our holiday and I am a little sad to say the least. I have discovered that although I couldn’t have run away fast enough at 18, I now miss the countryside (and people) of the Dales quite badly, especially when it is looking so beautiful dressed in it’s late Summer colours.
We have fallen into a very relaxed routine, every day M does the early shift with the boys and later goes back to bed. This leaves me a couple of hours to sew in peace (if you ignore the continuous demands of the boys, I try to anyway :)) and I sit at the kitchen table, with a great view of the heather moors of Burnsall, sewing little heather coloured capes; even the dark green linings are the perfect ‘Dales Moor’ green.
I have also been doodling new label designs (I hated the text in the one above, although it’s intended to be naive looking, it wasn’t quite right, but you get the idea).
We’ve been lucky with the weather and despite a few rainy moments, the sun has been shining.
There have been picnics by the river. Above is up at Yockenthwaite which is very near Hubberholme and Beckermonds (where one side of my family used to farm) and which I blogged about on my last visit. It’s where the river Wharfe creates pools amongst the rocks and is safe for little boys to play without worry of them being swept away.
I’ve also managed one proper long walk (12 miles!). ‘Gran’ offered to have the boys for a day, M chose to drive to a bike shop (I think he’s visited every bike shop in Yorkshire on this trip) then went on a long ride and I packed up M’s camera bag (I hadn’t brought a backpack and M came up with the genius idea to take his camera bag, he laughed about my making room for a bag of crisps and some Bendicks Bittermints when space was a premium, but hey, a girl needs a treat when she stops for her lunch after such a long walk – right?!) and set of to Grimwith reservoir.
I would have liked some decent photos, but sadly my iPhone camera just isn’t up to it (as you can see, sorry about the quality). I forget just how many wild flowers there are up here, I always remember dry stone walls and green but not the masses of beautiful flowers.
I’d planned to walk up to the reservoirs on Embsay Moor which are covered in heather, but as my brother pointed out; although it’s unlikely I could be mistaken as a grouse, it is shooting season and these Moors are closed to walkers.
As you can see, I still managed to get near the heather and also sneaked into Grimwith House, which stands derelict and if I’m honest rather sad looking by the water. It’s where my Gran’s family came from, although they had already sold it on when the reservoir was extended in 1970 and the house abandoned.
And so, we have one day left, it’s a bit wet and windy and we plan to do our final family visits and then start packing up. I really will be sad to leave, but I’m itching to sew and I know there are quite a few parcels waiting for me at home, including some Muji storage boxes so plenty to look forward to and lots of goodies to show you on our return 🙂