Thornton-le-Dale
On the Thursday, Sybil and I took a stroll into Thornton-le-Dale. Looking on my map, I could see instead of walking up into Pickering and then along the main road, we could cut straight across from the campsite up a farm track then down a public footpath into the village. The lovely lady who runs the campsite confirmed this, saying it was about a three mile walk.
On the way we met up with a group of three people and two dogs who were also staying on the campsite. Oddly enough, Sybil and the Border Collie, Bess, had had a bit of a shouting match only that morning in the dog-walking area, but off-lead they were both fine and had a race up the farm track. It appeared to be a draw.
We walked up to the village lake through a little wood. There were quite a few families of Mallards in the village; some on the lake, and others on the stream that runs through the village. These were the first ducklings I've seen this year, and very cute they were too.
Mallard family |
Say it with me: "Awww!" |
Beck Isle Cottage |
Beck Isle Cottage |
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