We stopped in a wool store and fingered some beautiful sweaters before setting off on our five or six mile hike to reach an even smaller village, Keld. The shopkeeper directed us to walk up the hill through the village, then across the fields to the trail along the river.
It feels strange to us to walk through private land. The cows and sheep stare at us with concern but throughout England trails crisscross pasture land. Handy little turnstiles of all sorts help us traverse stone walls and fences. Of course at this point I imagine I have long skirts and I'm a Jane Austen heroine walking over to visit a neighbor.
It rained but it was wild and wonderful and we made it there and back!