Assuming that this isn't the 'Penzance Prison Train'. I should be back in Dear Old Devon for the last of All Hallows Eve...
Travelling in short bursts maybe isn't the best cure for itchy feet....
You just get some forward momentum going and then have to stop again..
But should be grateful all the same, I know, for the chance to get out and about, for a sneaky peek..
There is something that appeals right now, about the 'lived in landscape' even if it is solely a crumbling barn...
A bit like a 'lived in face'... more character.
Who knows; before long; perhaps more 'pristine wilderness' will call.
But those so called untouched places tend to beg the question.
"Where did all the folks who did once live here go? Or at least those who lived their lives passing through here; to where were they tidied away?"
Well I'm pretty sure some of them; or their descendents at least; are running Tea Shoppes in Wensleydale......Hurrah!
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