Millington Dale is a bit west of Huggate and about 8 miles away, close enough that we should go more often.
I had a walk here interupted by mobile phone signals being strong enough to relay "missed message" texts but not enough to actually phone anyone. So if you are visiting check with your nearest etc. first.
Today we had to pull over for a grey grizzled man breathlessly pushing his mountain bike up the last bit of the road before the Huggate turn, dressed in a black frizzy wig, gold lame dress and (I think) heels and stockings. There must be a charity I should donate to because he looked like he was earning it.
Millington Dale ( or Pasture Dale at the top end) is such a fascinating bit of single track tarmac that it was once planned for a stage of the old RAC rally...
Some day I will take the path less trod and follow the off tarmac track.
A family group...
A small argument with a yellow flower..
A gate-less compound is the site of a spring and the sound of running water is a rare sound in the usually dry Wolds...
The spring, invisible at first leads to a stream...
And to a pool...
Along the walk there are posts with enigmatic letters...
Which are explained here .
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