The sleepy hamlet is centred round maypole,
silent stone cottages sleep in the sun.
The lane leads us to giants’ steps
where our walk is truly begun.
The dry ghyll is paved by boulders,
adventurously we pass through the cleft.
The limestone scree and wind sculpted trees
open before us to right and to left.
The palpable silence, interrupted by bleating,
clings to our unoccupied ears.
The grass, smoothed by innumerable boots,
is splattered with molehills it appears.
The steep climb to bleak grassy hilltop
is funneled by cliffs of green.
The view of glacier carved valleys
is different each time it is seen.
The drink in of fresh air and sunshine
is refreshing as water to thirst.
The walk back, descending by farm track,
each boot now rushes to be first.
The gulls schooling above Kilnsey Crag
symbolise the freedom we feel.
Our hearts made happy by a walk in the Dales
and their gift to uplift and heal.