Well a holiday really, but adventure sounds more exciting I think. Sybil and I went to North Yorkshire, near the market town of Pickering and stayed at the Black Bull campsite. This involved travelling on several buses and trains with an enormously heavy rucksack (I tend to overpack) and a reactive dog (we met several other dogs in York station), but I managed OK. We arrived at the campsite to a very friendly reception from the owners and I set up our home for the next three nights.
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| Our five-star luxury suite |
We then had a stroll up to Pickering Beck, where Sybil could have a good rampage round and a swim if she wanted. I tried to encourage her to go in the water, but she prefers to paddle. Small streams and puddles are more her thing.
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| Pickering Beck |
After getting back to the tent, we chilled for the remainder of the afternoon and woke up the following morning (at 4am, cheers birds) to catch the steam train into Goathland. I took the obligatory photographs of the iconic Heartbeat buildings, and had a stroll to the village hall where a craft fair was in full swing.
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| Scripps' Garage |
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| The Aidensfield Arms |
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| The village store |
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| Police car at Scripps' Garage |
I bought a nice photograph of Mallyan Spout at the craft fair, and then decided to go visit the waterfall for myself. Luckily all the sheep were fenced in from this point so Sybil could go offlead, which was just as well as the way down was so slippery that if she had been pulling me then we would have both ended up in A&E!
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| Mallyan Spout |
We then walked on to Beck Hole, then returned to Goathland via the Rail Trail which runs from Grosmont. This was a nice, easy climb with the path sides smothered with wild garlic, which gave a wonderful aroma to the air. After catching the train back to Pickering we arrived back at the tent after a full eight hours out, and I think a certain someone was a little tired:
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| Snore |
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