My manor

Hesket Newmarket village is in a dip, so you can get a good view of it from higher up.  It's small, about 45 houses, but importantly it has a shop/post office, pub, tearoom, and chapel, so people meet each other casually and naturally as they go about their daily business.  Which makes for a tight-knit community.  And a 'market cross' where Jesus, his folks, wise men, shepherds and animals form the nativity scene each Christmas.  The big yellow house at the extreme left is Hesket Hall.  Sounds grand, and it does look imposing, but it was probably a farm originally.  Many Cumbrian farms were called something-or-other hall, so are not so baronial as they sound.  This one is a bit like the Tardis in reverse - bigger outside than inside.  Firstly the walls are built of rubble and are about four feet thick.  Then it has a mass of chimney flues up the centre, providing a fire in each of the rooms that surround it, and taking up a lot of space. From the Hall to the group of houses below the wind turbine is just about the full extent of the village.  The group of buildings to the right of that is Beeches, a small mixed dairy and sheep farm.  The turbine on the hill belongs to the Stobart family (yes, that one - they own the chapel too), who have a feed-mill at Newlands just over the hill, and the structure standing just left of it is a phone mast, so we get good mobile reception.  Stobarts did have another turbine at the mill, but it blew down in a gale a few years ago and they never replaced it.  At the extreme right-hand edge of the photo are two scots pines.  They are in my garden.  The house is hidden from here except for two chimneys.  It is about two hundred yards beyond the edge of the village in a tiny hamlet known as Howbeck, described in one local history book as a suburb of Hesket Newmarket.  I'm recording all this here for the reason I gave yesterday, to give context.