We continue our quest to create some Outdoor Family Time every weekend, usually a Sunday morning. With each week/outing it gets easier and the vocal complaints have now dwindled to very mild do-we-have-to's. Persistence pays off, as does chocolate bribery.
Yesterday the weather wasn't especially nice with a thin film of mizzle hanging low in the air, but we weren't put off in the slightest. We are heading out, we have flasks of coffee and chocolate, we care not if it is damp and grey!
We live very close to the Yorkshire Dales National Park, and there is stunning scenery to be found just a short drive from home. Yesterday we went to Malham, well more precisely a mile or two up the road to the magnificent Gordale Scar.
J and I know this area well, we have been here many times over the past twenty years yet we couldn't remember ever bringing the Little People here. They really enjoyed the drama of the scenery and couldn't wait to get around the corner and right into the gorge......
Believe it or not, this is actually a footpath. Uh-huh....can you see a couple of people beginning their climb up the side of the waterfall there? Well that's the footpath. We told the Little People the story of our own climb up there once, when we had been camping in a little tent nearby and decided to do this walk one morning. Our book described this part of the path as "a mild scramble", jeez, that author told a big fat lie there. It is a knee-knocking, heart lurching rock climb, made a hundred times worse by the fact that you have such an audience watching your every leg trembling move. I remember that I was wearing little flowery shorts, and some black mary jane style shoes to make that climb, so funny! I didn't even posses walking boots back then, I used to walk for miles across the countryside in those black shoes which I loved to bits.
This is Janets Foss, a rather magical place with fairy stories attached to it.
We decided to leave the car parked here and walk the 1.5 miles along the stream to the village. The walk is lovely, starting out in this gorgeous woodland, then opening out through fields and pastures.
I loved the green greenery of moss and wild garlic, so lush looking with the delicious scent of garlic in the air as we walked.
It took about an hour for us to walk to the village, ambling along at Little B's pace. But eventually we arrived, crossing over the stream via this lovely old stone bridge.
We had booked a table at The Buck Inn and were very much ready for lunch. Which was rather delicious and enjoyable I have to say. This pub is very warm, cosy, relaxed and homely inside, and children are made very welcome.
After lunch, J and Little Man set out to walk the 1.5 miles back up stream to pick up the car, while I parked my ample backside on that lovely wooden bench there and supervised the other two. I know I've said before how much I love watching the Little Peeps at play, it really is one of the best things in life. They devised a game that was a combination of hide and seek and tig, so funny to watch. Then there was a game involving stick racing in the stream, followed by some general running, jumping and climbing.
And then the welcome comfort of our car arriving and the slow winding road home-wards through the glorious spring countryside. A good day. Very, very good.