God's own country...

Just got back from three days in Yorkshire, visiting organic gardening projects for work. I stayed in a campsite near the top of Baildon Moor overlooking much of West Yorkshire. A great spot on a fine evening.

It was an entertainingly odd campsite, populated by a vast menagerie of hens, bantams, ducks, geese and turkeys. We were treated to an accordion rendition every evening from a guy who lived in one of the static caravans, and in the morning what sounded like someone practising their scales, until I realised it was a cockerel.

But it was great to be reminded of the huge views you can get in Yorkshire. I drove up to Richmond one day, and on a clear day you can easily see the North York Moors on the right and the Dales on the left. Richmond particularly pleased me as I actually found somewhere which had some camping gaz in stock: it's the small but important things that count when you're camping, that's one of the things I like about it.

And I found a baker's in Bradford which makes excellent (let's make sure I get this right...) Curd Tarts.