THE FORBIDDEN CORNER
this is another interesting attraction that's closed for the part of the year that we and most of our visitors will go and visit, for the sake of this experience.
We may, on this particular November day, just have managed to stumble into the place, accidentally-like, for a short foray, perhaps on the advice of Bee- who may have done a similar manoeuvre last year with the kids- accidentally.
No one was at the gate and everything was open, certainly. We may have called 'yoo-hoo', quite quietly, and no-one might have answered. The Forbidden Corner is weirdly good, kids would particularly love it, probably, because it made us most merry. Mostly deserted but for the field of Bambi Roe deer, The Forbidden Corner has actory voiceovers running tirelessly....'welcome to the forbidden corner, you are most welcome, well come, one and all, welcome...... and if you get lost- and we know you will, then just shout, and we'll come" all year round, apparently, despite its opening times - we were there on a forbidden day and it was going on loop. But we felt most welcome as we trespassed. NB - its only open on Sundays until Christmas and then not until the end of March.
Yorkshire dales excursions r us.... We continue through the beautiful dales. Cruising to the beats of Oi Va Voi - Laughter through Tears- which goes very well with winding roads and dramatic vistas opening out as you round corners and reach blind summits. We took about 5 rubbish videos of this neck of the journey, but they are.. er... rubbish.

 TO HAWES FOR LUNCH
We stopped in Hawes for lunch -Its very pretty, all nestled up a hill.
A 'put-out', migraine-suffering waitress served us, reluctantly - in the first breath she revealed she'd just sent her staff home because it was quiet.  She'd have rathered we'd not been hungry- '2 whores for lunch' hung in the air between us all.
We ordered lots of cooked food, guiltily, while the café filled up with tea-demanders and cake-botherers. Weathered from outdoor adventures as we were, however, we weren't going anywhere else, but nor were the other customers and we were the friendliest and we were, after all,  in possession of ready money.
When we left, we took with us the stars and the codeword from the Daily Fascist because she was being rather too migrainy with us- then she went and waved us off so sweetly, so friendlily, but exhaustedly and utterly relieved that the café was emptying , that we found ourselves getting into the car munching on another slice of her homemade guilt pie- which we'd not even noticed that we'd helped ourselves to.
Oh well, she couldn't have read her stars or done the codeword with that terrible migraine on.