Waitby Greenriggs

I kidnapped my friend and took her to the reserve that I went to last week to visit the orchids again. Once again I took rubbish photos with hardly any in focus (one passable butterfly orchid added as an extra) but it was absolutely glorious there with not a soul around ... just long-tailed tits and curlew in the fields. A relief to be lost in the beauty of things and the peace for a little while. 

Lots of travellers gathering along all the roadsides all the way and in Soulby. As we drove back through Appleby to pick up her husband, the horses and traps were tied up outside the pub. It makes me realise how much horse shit there would have been everywhere when that was the usual way of getting around. 

And then a lovely supper before heading home.