Yorkshire Dales have all that is wise and wonderful


'ood a thought twenty years ago we'd all be sitting here, drinking Chateau de Chassily wine?

On this trip, I eventually ended up staying as a guest at the house of student of veterinary science in Edinburgh. His dad, who was paying a small fortune for him to get his degree, was lamenting the surge of applicants into Vet programs after James' Herriot's book series. "If they would read his books they would see animal science is not all smiling puppies and spaying kittens!"

Indeed they would. Herriots' favorite way to winnow down his veterinary class sizes was to take them to a farm wherea dairy cow had intestinal upset. He would shove his hand up the cows ass all the way to his shoulder, demonstrating how you must feel the bovine innerds for any signs of scar tissue or blockage. About this time the cow's bowels would violently move, oblivious to the veteranarian, spewing feces far and wide. "It was at that moment when alot of my students decided they wanted to be lawyers or accountants...."

In a similar vein, if you really are to like cycle touring, you have to learn to like it when the weather is foul as much as when it is fair. Most of my ride thru Yorkshire, and the adjacent Peak/Lake districts took place in rainy, dreary weather. People forget that the British Isles lush greenery is a legacy of its frequent rainfall. For all that, the Yorkshire region was bright and cheery under the cloudy skies, with lots of streams like this one to follow their sources. The geology of the region is such that often the source is a foaming underground spring. The area is less prosperous than the Southeast; its people more frugal and humble; but their souls are generous and warm.


The rains and mists of Yorkshire ended by the time I entered Scotland in that country's Border Region


The Rhain...oops, the Rhine valley of Switzerland on a very wet day turned the road to a mirror
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