Do you want owt fromt’ shops

The village of Hawes nestles in the valley below us, about a mile and half away across fields on a flagstone path (a trod) that was put down a couple of hundred years ago or more; maybe even dating back to medieval times. The Pennine way meanders through the area and I have walked many of the fells on previous visits and in my childhood, the moor above the house has an ancient Roman road which is testament to their engineering skills as it survives over two thousand years after its construction so it’s a popular area for walkers, hikers and farmers and you are as likely to meet someone on the way as you are to pass a car if you take the easy way and drive to shops for provisions.

With my general lack of exertion other than that in the kitchen, with a spot of gardening on the side when the sun manages to break through, I prefer to take the route of my forefathers and head out; wrapped up warm in my North Face and topped off with my hand crocheted hat (thanks Gosia 🙂 ) with my rucksack strapped to my back. ‘Owt fromt’ shops’ is my usual cry before I set off and I keep my fingers crossed that the list doesn’t include too many heavy liquids; beer is fine, but milk!

I was treated to snow this morning, but the wind has died down so it was a very pleasant walk and for once I remembered to put the camera in my pocket, so I’m subjecting you to yet another gallery.

I didn’t take any photos of Hawes as it’s well documented on the web already, with professional photographs and meaningful descriptions, but if you ever venture there on your travels then try the butchers homemade Wensleydale sausages and for a wider range of provisions then ask someone where The Good Life is as they stock the best variety of fruit and veg, free range eggs, along with the more unusual items from black cardamoms to egg tagliatelle.

Weighed down with supplies the walk back up to the village of Burtersett is harder work, but it gets the heart pumping and the lungs working and when you know that there is a warm fire and a cup of tea at the end of your journey the time passes by in a flash, especially with the magnificent views all around.

Luckily my work in the garden and the recent snow allowed me to take this last photo without causing too much embarrassment to my sister, I’m just hoping that the bulbs that I planted come through and add bit of colour before I leave.

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But now I must crack on, unfortunately for me my home made pita breads are liked by all and I have to get another batch on the go for tonight’s feast  🙂

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Author: Eddy Winko

Trying to leave the rat race and live a less hectic and harmful life. From the building of a straw bale house to the composting toilet diaries; read my blog https://winkos.wordpress.com/

27 thoughts on “Do you want owt fromt’ shops”

    1. Its a while back now, the listed building my sister was in at the time was a chilly place that winter with no double glazing, frost on the inside! Thanks for adding to your list, I must take a walk around here and write about it one day.

  1. Popped over for a look from your link on Jo’s recent walk. Wasn’t expecting snow! How lovely the land looks though, snow suits fields and hills, not roads where it rapidly turns black from the traffic. A lovely tale – I could picture that village in my head and how wonderfully returning home to a fire would have been.
    Jude xx

  2. I like your writing because to me it is without pretense. And I don’t know what that really means. But I think it means easy to read, friendly to read, enjoyable to read.

    I did have to google ‘owt fromt’ shops. But the top three entries led me straight back to you.

    So I enjoyed a good read again. 🙂

    1. Now you have said it I’ve started to think about it. The position over the village is quite dominant and I’m sure the master of the Hall would have looked over quite a bit in his time 🙂

      1. Nothing wrong with those shots. They convey the feel of the place. And very nice write-up as well.

        . . . I would have hopped in my Tahoe, and driven down . . . and, milk over beer.

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