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yorkshire!

remember when we went to england last year? yeah, well here’s another batch of pictures. still getting through them!

king’s cross was our connecting station to the Trains Going Up North. it’s really pretty but i couldn’t see it being compared to heaven or anything.

and indeed, we found the way to hogwarts. unfortunately it was blocked…

(taken by ken)

i didn’t take any pictures in harrogate because i was too busy being shocked at how much i disliked it. and trying to figure out what we were going to do and where we were going to go. yorkshire’s a lot bigger than i anticipated.

i believe this is a skip ahead to pateley bridge, where we spent our evening. we took a walk and almost made it to the nidderdale preserve, but chickened out because it was getting really dark.

next page: strolling through the sheep pastures

ken prancing. i didn’t realize i had the settings wrong on my camera for this picture, so it looks a bit surreal.

sheep! they were so supremely not happy with us.

cows! they, on the other hand, could have cared less.

i might have been watching a bunny. (taken by ken)

this path was kind of crazy, with all sorts of jerry-rigged steps for getting over walls and such. i think we lost our way a couple times, and seeing stuff like this was a big relief.

next page: rambling on the moors

our first steps onto the moors! which one is from my digital and which one from my analog? hmm?

these walls were fantastic but they didn’t seem to hold much in.

so the sheep just seemed to mill about anywhere they wanted. we’ll see later just how dangerous the consequences could be.

we got very high very quickly.

i didn’t realize it at the time (just wanted a nice picture chilling with the heather) but i look dead (taken by ken)

sorta like this rabbit i found next to me soon after. it’s art– trust me!

after this picture i had to switch completely over to digital because the light level was decreasing so fast.

probably my favorite picture of the bunch. the ground was springy, like nature’s carpet.

next page: still rambling

where’s the tower???!?!?

although i also do really like this one. it reminds me of furi kuri. or kate bush. (taken by ken)

the ill-fated consequence of unmonitored sheep milling, as i promised.

at first i thought it was just a few bones here and there, so i got distracted by this rock. but then…

i think this sheep exploded.

at this point we sort of started to fear for our lives. and between worries like that i was of course wondering how i could possibly smuggle some of these bones home.

last picture i could take on the moors of anything intelligible. we barely made it back to the town before it was pitch black on the moors.

unfortunately all the pubs were closing.

this sign says “we open 7 days a week from 5 pm. sorry i lied. closed all day thurs.”

the bed and breakfast where we stayed had a grommit!

next page: thirsk!

we spent the next morning in thirsk, mainly the james herriot museum.

james herriot reinforced my desire to be a vet when i was young. unfortunately i think the appeal was that back when he was a vet, the profession was absolutely crazy and had all sorts of weird medicines and theories that may or may not have worked. and a lot of hands-on grunt work. all of this seems to have been largely bred out of the veterinary profession as we know it today.

an evil dolly! i forget the story behind this. it might have just been a “sign of the times toys” display.

james herriot’s car!

see, back then demon women made half-naked vets stick their arms into cows up to their shoulders! what a time!

actually we still have to stick our arms in cows.

this guy rocked! he came to the museum and was reminded of his own experiences as a farm vet, so he sent in his pictures. i love how he still has his hat on. here’s what the note says:

“i visited the World of James Herriot on the 2nd may 1984, it brought back many memories. practice made perfect! this is me delivering a calf. no rehearsal! no mirrors!! no stuntman!!! the calf was named ‘swaledale john alderton’ and i was as proud as punch. -john alderton”