The Wensleydale Cheese creamery at Hawes holds a special place in our family folklore. It was here that the one year old Rowan ate her first cheese. Up till then cheese had been an idli food [I don't like it]; however at Hawes the waiter in the restaurant had insisted that "kids often like our Wensleydale even when they don't like cheese.." and he was right.
So for our Danielle birthday weekend away location this year all four of us went to a hotel near Hawes http://www.simonstonehall.com/. Previous locations have included Whitby, Newcastle, Hull [two nights reduced to one when the reality dawned], London [without Rowan] a couple of times and now Hawes.
Getting there was a real Friday night drive and a half. Snow, ice, twisted steep country roads. All was fine until the final rise into the car park where the car said "no" [in Czech obviously, being a Skoda]. Luckily we could drive round and in the exit. So we had two great days in the Dales.
This photo is from a walk we did on the Saturday afternoon. Any sheep we have to put Milo on the lead. He is definitely a hard-wired sheepdog from somewhere in his unknown genetic make-up; so much so that he went crazy when he saw four sculptures of sheep [more abstract than realistic] in the town centre.
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