Just a few photos today, we went out to my favourite place, not peaceful on an August holiday, so we ate our sandwiches and moved on. The funny thing is we had to go through Newton-on-Radcliffe, where we had looked at a cottage, and been invited to a meal by the owners. Well as we did not buy there is a certain amount of guilt as we drove through; many reasons for not buying and we don't regret it....
Over the moors stopping at the Roman Road, and I wandered along taking photos, some bright wit told me to watch out for the chariots. On to the beck, now there is a niggly complaint here, a family rolled up and then proceeded to haul out the whole gubbins for a picnic, this included 4 chairs, a large windbreak, and a tent. We moved to a quieter spot, when another family got out, bright red hair on two of them and pale purple on the other two. You can tell it is the school holidays but each to their own. So I wandered along the forestry footpath and took photos of the sheep, sure one was calling me a 'mare' so what;)
What I find so extraordinary about this road, is that the stone has never been 'robbed' either for building a cottage or road, due probably to its remoteness.
|This is the start of the Roman road from the modern road|
|The other side, no road shows here, but probably under heather making its way to Cawthorn Roman Camps.|
|Pretty flower that has 'escaped' into the wild, it was part of the planting round the old building|