We've crossed the road and are now in the middle of the Creamery Field looking north towards the Fells that separate Wensleydale from Swaledale.
The wind is so strong, it's hard to keep the camera steady!
Through the squeeze gate and into the next field, sneaky dog is not happy...there are sheep in this field and she's having a panic. The sheep on the other hand think Sneaky dog is very interesting and move closer. I mentally re-name Sneaky dog, Panic pants! (maybe I should contact the owner and tell him that his sheep are worrying my dog!)
But we're going straight ahead with the old graveyard on our left.
We stop and look out over the graves and the roof tops to the hills at the other side of the dale. (well I do...Panic pants isn't tall enough.)
After a little way I turn around to take a look back the way we've come at the church.
This is looking east down the dale, towards Burtersett. You saw this view yesterday, but doesn't it look better in the sunshine?
Through yet another squeeze gate, once again looking back at where we've been and the church in the distance. Panic pants is too fat for this one and automatically drops down and crawls through on her belly. It is funny to watch!
Not far to go now, the large building in the centre of the picture is Gayle Mill. It reopened last Easter as a museum and working wood mill.
Through two more gates and out onto Gayle Lane.
And here is the entrance to the Wensleydale Creamery Visitor Centre. Across the road and a short walk takes us ...
to our back door.
And to complete the dejavu... another little pre blog project inspired by Gilda Barons beautiful embroideries.
Well the whole walk took no more than about 2o minutes, and we both look rather windswept. My fingers are nearly numb, but I don't care. I'm soooo lucky to live here, it's only right that I get out there and appreciate it... what ever the weather.