Best Served Cold
Reeth | Swaledales | Widdale | Ingleton | Gayle Beck | Gayle
Wharfedale | Oughtershaw | Beggarman’s Road
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The Black Bull, Reeth (note the pub sign!)
‘Here’s Reeth. Pity we’re on duty. The Black Bull is a fantastic little pub.’
The Black Bull, Reeth
‘Here’s Reeth. Pity we’re on duty. The Black Bull is a fantastic little pub.’
Reeth, Swaledale
Matt pulled the Land Rover up in the middle of the village, which was a huge expanse of green surrounded by stern-looking buildings, each one staring down at him ominously.
Reeth, Swaledale
Matt pulled the Land Rover up in the middle of the village, which was a huge expanse of green surrounded by stern-looking buildings, each one staring down at him ominously.
Swaledale
Swaledale, from what Harry could see in the fading light of the late summer evening, was as beautiful as Wensleydale, but in a way all of its own. He wasn’t exactly sure what the difference was, whether it was a little more wild, perhaps, or that it somehow seemed even older than its sister valley over the hill, but he found himself almost forgetting Matt’s mad driving as they sped over the moors, which lay between Askrigg and their destination.
Farm, Widdale
Forensics was also at Hutchison’s house, searching the place for anything that would give an idea as to how he had got from his home to a slurry pit in Widdale.
Farm, Widdale
Forensics was also at Hutchison’s house, searching the place for anything that would give an idea as to how he had got from his home to a slurry pit in Widdale.
Outdoor shop and cafe, Ingleton
‘Café over in Ingleton,’ Matt explained. ‘I’ve been going there for years, you see. Loads of cavers and walkers and whatnot use it.
Cafe, Ingleton
‘Café over in Ingleton,’ Matt explained. ‘I’ve been going there for years, you see. Loads of cavers and walkers and whatnot use it.
Gayle Beck
Then he caught it, just on the edge of wind slipping around him, a scent drifting up from his left, the slope which led down to Gayle Beck, a babbling brook with rocks carved into scalloped waves by thousands of years of moorland-born water dancing across them.
Path over fields connecting Hawes and Gayle
It was a thing of old flagstones stitched into the earth, the path pinned into place by stone styles, which allowed walkers through, but kept the sheep where they were meant to be.
Path over fields connecting Hawes and Gayle
It was a thing of old flagstones stitched into the earth, the path pinned into place by stone styles, which allowed walkers through, but kept the sheep where they were meant to be.
Path leading up from Hawes to the fields
The path he took was an ancient one. It slunk out of the middle of Hawes, just up a little hill from the cobbles which rode past Cockett’s Butchers.
Doctor's Surgery, Hawes
At the top of the road, with the Ropemaker’s on their left, Harry swung right, crossed Brunt Acres Road, and then made his way over to the surgery. Inside, he saw the receptionist glance up and roll his eyes.
Hawes Primary School
‘Can you confirm that the victims went to school together, Detective? Right here in Hawes, as a matter of fact?’
'Harry's House' at Hawes Primary School!
Road leading down into Wharfdale and the hamlet of Oughtershaw
‘I’m getting the impression that you don’t like him,’ Harry said, glancing down towards Oughtershaw. ‘And we’ll need to go house-to-house, check if anyone saw or heard anything.’
Oughtershaw
‘Oughtershaw,’ Matt said, and pointed back down the field to a small collection of buildings just down the road. ‘Can’t say it’s a place I’d like to live. No pub for a start.’
Fields near Oughtershaw
Smooth, lush fields lay behind the walls which rose like ramparts on either side of the road.
Fields near Oughtershaw
Harry noticed a couple of barns in the corners of fields further up and wondered if they had stood as long as the walls which hemmed them in.
Beggarman's Road leading on down to Gayle, start of the Roman Road on right
Harry followed him up onto the fells, across the junction with the old Roman Road, then on and down towards Semerwater.
Beggarman's Road
‘Bloody hell, Matt!’ Harry hissed, as the detective sergeant hurled the four-wheel-drive along Beggarman’s Road, sending him up and out of his seat to slam his head into the roof above. ‘You always drive like this?’
Beggarman's Road, leading up from Gayle
Looking down into Gayle
‘We bought a lovely little place up in Gayle,’ Mr Rawson said. ‘Far enough away from the main roads, but close enough to be a part of the community, because we thought that was important too, you see?’
