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Rosedale Abbey walk, the one where we nearly killed the dogs.

We had a long weekend and I wanted to go on a mini adventure for H's birthday. He wasn't sure but I found an adult only campsite in a small field in a place we are familiar with close to his favourite train place, Grosmont. When I told H we had an adult only campsite he was slightly worried and we both had fleeting, terrifying thoughts of 'one of those places' but all turned out well. It was just a small campsite in a field with tents, campers and one beautiful shepherds hut. We invited H's friend. He's a keen photographer and he liked H's photos from the previous week. It was dry and mainly sunny but we had a storm on the Saturday. An atmospheric, slightly scary storm with a short burst of heavy rain. Clearing to leave cooler  temperature and lighter skies. The area was beautiful, on a working farm. It was only spoilt by some noisy old people. Once you get to a certain age I think two things happen, you need the radio on permanently, radio 2 that is...