Reeth...

Last year, about this time, I was trying to escape from Christmas. I drove north, into Scotland, and turned left - holding my nose as I drove through Stranraer - to explore the Galway peninsular. Yesterday, in trying to escape from Christmas and Brexit, I headed north-east. I drove from Barnard Castle this morning, as the landscape got wilder and wilder (and where the only living things seemed to be grouse and Herdwicks). I landed in Reeth (which the sat-nav lady pronounces as Re-eth) and parked up on the cobbles…