Left Derbyshire on Monday, and headed back into North Yorkshire. Am in a field at Brow House Farm just outside the village of Goathland, no Goaths, plenty of sheep. No Goths, they are all in Whitby twelve miles down the road. Still not totally independent, my brother is in Whitby so should disaster strike he can be called on.
Goathland is the location for a popular British television soap or serial called Heartbeat. I stopped watching when the character Greengrass was written out, always thought it should have been the Greengrass Show. In Heartbeat the village is renamed Aidensfield hence the possible confusion in some of the pictures. I will be here or hereabouts for a while, I want some more steam train pictures and there are also two or three waterfalls I fancy snapping. There is no shortage of water, just too much falling vertically from the heavens rather than from the streams. Becks as they are called round here.
The sheep are hardy, they have to be, the rotten devils even lock them out of the bus shelter. The church hides away from the wind and rain.
The Jubilee Horse Chestnut is now seventy four years old and struggling for stature. This was planted for George V's Jubilee, an odd species to plant! Oaks tend to be favourite for such occasions. Can only think that either he was not very popular in these parts or someone just happened to have a conker spare.
Some things flourish, tourism is the mainstay of the economy. The village still has a Post Office, very good it is too. The village store is also a gift shop, not a tin of beans in sight. The garage has everything, unless one happens to be in the market for fuel, engine oil, a fuse or a filter.
The bleak and windswept moors cut by narrow valleys should provide some photogenic opportunities. I just hope that the weather and my limited ability are able to do them justice.
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