Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England



The ‘Gang of Seven’ sheep are out of our field and garden and they staying out.

We have had enough of them, and as Stony said, we could get DEFRA involved to find out who owns them, they are double tagged, but first you would have to catch them, as you can see they ready for a stand off, we are just not set up for catching hold of sheep with attitude.


So we’ve herded them out and closed the gate, I think they are from the other side of the hill, but the grazing is scant that way, so at the top of the lane they turned  right into business class, not left into economy

I did feel a little ‘sheepish’ and guilty though, as I drove to work yesterday morning, they were just trotting down the drive to the ‘big house’ the gardens down there are for more precious than ours. I often find myself drawn in to local ‘stop it’ ‘save it’, ‘find it’ campaigns (and you would hope by now the owner of these errant sheep, would have noticed they were missing)  but to be honest I haven’t the energy for this one, again. This year some one else can sort it; I’m off out, closing the gate behind me.




The end of the line, what was once a very elegant railway station.


The end of the line 2

If you have ever read Vera Brittain’s  Edwardian memoir Testament of Youth , this would have capture the essence of the period, or  watch the classic film, set a few decades later,  ‘Brief Encounter’ you would still  have a feel for the place


But the station is now devoid of its glass roof, it’s waiting and refreshment rooms, it’s a shadow of its former self,  its  the end of the line


The end of the line