Thursday, July 19, 2012

Farndale - a pub and a walk

After looking at the engines at Grosmont, we went further into the dales of Yorkshire.

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While driving into the dale, we came across numerous flocks of young pheasants wandering about on the road. I don't think we ran any of them down.

We were going to stop and walk about thirty minutes to a pub, but it looked like it was going to rain so we drove directly to the pub.

The beer is Black Sheep which is a very popular ale in Yorkshire. The quality had fallen off two years ago when we were in England, but it has since returned to its former high quality. This was excellent.

We considered sitting outside but that thought did not last too long with rain threatening.

Instead we sat in here which was very pleasant. Fortunately this is a pub that does not play music so it was easy to have a conversation.

The glass is inscribed.

The bar. The lady serving the beer and food was very friendly and the pub is popular with hikers doing the walk from coast to coast.

I was eyeing the rabbit pie but it would have been too much food along with a big dinner that night. I settled for tuna on a baguette.

This is Land Rover country here and on farms you probably need some sort of four wheel drive. Several years ago, big four wheel drives were everywhere but they have gone the way of the Hummers.

Great names, aren't they.

The successor to All Creatures Great and Small. It's only about thirty miles from here to Thirsk where James Herriot lived.

Yes, the roads are narrow and when you come across another car you have to do it at passing points where the road is slightly wider. You really have to pay attention when you drive here. Fortunately there is usually not much traffic. 

We took the path to the Low Mill.

The Daffy Caffy, a few hundred yards from the pub. The valley is famous for its display of daffodils and gets lots of visitors while the flowers are in bloom. Otherwise it is pretty quiet around here.

They even have a small house you can rent.

Some of the path is paved, but mostly it is dirt. Some patches were a bit muddy but not too bad.

Hollowed out trunk.

A small weir.

There are lots of gates along the path and most use this locking mechanism.

We finally reached the Low Mill. We had started at the High Mill.

There really isn't too much at the Low Mill end except for a parking lot, a church and toilets.

And so we walked back to the pub at High Mill hoping the few drops of rain we experienced would not turn into something more. Fortunately it remained dry. The whole walk took a bit over an hour so was probably about three miles.

No we did not stop for some bacon but we did go back a couple of days later to sample the rabbit pie.

Rachel, the joint owner, told us that they buy the rabbits from the local game keepers. They might purchase up to 200 at a time. She bakes the pies in large trays and it's a very popular dish so they keep cooking them throughout the day. It certainly was an excellent pie and loaded with big pieces of rabbit.

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