We hoped to see Sedburgh's Parish Church of St Andrew on Wednesday, but were thwarted yet again by the total absence of parking spaces because it was Market Day. We drove on to Dent to visit the other St Andrew's Church, which had been full of a wedding on Saturday.
I think I'm in agreement with those who doubt that this was really written by a 17th century nun - unless it's been re-written since in a more modern vernacular - but there's no denying that whoever did write it had a great awareness of the human condition, and a lovely sense of humour!
From the church, we walked to the nearby Dancing Flags.
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| A Mobile Bank serving the village one day a week |
These are not pennants that salsa. These are huge, limestone blocks that were once used by the weavers of Dent to soak their fabrics, making them shrink and become thicker. They're called the dancing flags because they used walk or dance over the sheets of fabric as they lay in the shallow water that flows over the flagstones.
Feeling hungry, we hoped we'd find somewhere to eat on our way into Yorkshire to revisit the moors, heading for Hawes, the ropemakers, the railway station museum and the river. Memories.
The somewhere to eat was The Craven Heifer in Ingleton. A huge fish, chips and mushy peas, by far the best I've had for a very long time.
Our moorland crossing didn't disappoint either.
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| It;s a poor photo, but those are Oystercatchers playing noisily above me |
Then Hawes...
And then a bendy, hilly, beautiful drive back to our cottage.
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