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!
Carving of sheep (we think)
The road ahead in a brief clear moment:
The border of Yorkshire! Sumana stands with grim determination.
Sheep couple loafing together!
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!