To Keld, where there are yurts!

 It was pouring again, and our b&b hosts suggested taking the road rather than the moorland path. No nine standards for us, but still plenty of beautiful countryside.
 Along an old railway line, we took shelter in a signal house.

 And we saw this Byronic pup.

 Then there were poetic stones!

 Other side:

 Carving of sheep (we think)

 Further poetry:

 The road ahead in a brief clear moment:

 The border of Yorkshire! Sumana stands with grim determination.

 Sheep couple loafing together!

 A rainbow!

 Finally safe and dry in our yurt. It felt a bit like wizard camping in Harry Potter.

 And ready for bed with a wood fire burning in the stove and fairy lights above. Lovely!


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