My friend is training two of his sheep dogs in the finer arts associated with their trade. I am always gob-smacked how fast they are as well as excited as a child looking at a ice cream van. This one is Lee (or maybe Lea).
One works while the other looks on with such intensity of interest and concentration.This is the older brother, Joe.
The sheep? They just end up totally knackered!
On to Stoney Middleton village for some well dressing.
St Martin's at Stoney M is an octagonal church; sort of like an oritorio.The sad thing about this village and most villages now, is the number of cars parked along the roads. The old cottages front onto the footpaths so that there is nowhere else for the occupants to put their vehicles. Maybe one day someone will come up with the sensible idea of having parking areas adjacent to the village; it works in Venice for example. I can dream can't I?
Finishing the day out at - had to, it's sort of compulsory - a cafe for tea and farmhouse soup with baps. This time it was at Eyam cheerfully known as "The Plague Village".
We went home on the 272 as per; another great day in the dales.