After we left Haworth Siri navigated us to Malham Cove another one of those wonderful limestone gorges in the area. Up on top of the gorge was this wonderful eroded limestone pavement. She particularly wanted to see this because part of the 1992 movie of Wuthering Heights was filmed here. I took one look at the area and realized that a scene in the next to the last Harry Potter movie had also been filmed there and I remembered that when I was watching that movie I wondered where in the world that scene had been filmed.
In between the limestone rocks are the most lovely little plants, ferns and wildflowers taking advantage of the shelter the stones give them. An amazing landscape.
My incentive for dragging us all the way back here to North Yorkshire was a bit part to meet Pat, a woman who I had only known through her blog, The Weaver of Grass. She writes about the life of her and her husband who she calls the Farmer on their farm near Leyburn. The idea of meeting these people in person was such a wonderful idea. When I emailed Pat telling her that we were coming over and suggesting we get together for lunch or something she invited us to come to the farm and spend the night. We were delighted. And it was such a lovely time. We went for a walk with the Farmer around the farm in the late afternoon and Pat cooked us a delicious dinner with lots of local food and enjoyed telling us where it came from and whose farm it was raised on. We spent the evening talking as if we had known each other for ages. And well, we had, through our blogs. I love the internet and the way it has opened up the world. I am so so much richer for it.
And then the next morning we drove our heroic car that had survived all those narrow twisty roads, steep grades, all our stuff and muddy feet and Joel's driving on the "other" side of the road to York where we left it and took the train to London. We found our hotel not far from Kings Cross station where we came in and where we would get our train out to Gatwick the next day. None of us really wanted to go out and see any of London so we holed up in the hotel, ate the rest of Pat's sandwiches for dinner and watched an episode of Autumnwatch on the BBC. And then we went home. And started dreaming about going back. I love England.