Blood Sport
Snaizeholme | Hawes (Vet’s House, Barn) | Gayle (Neil’s House)
Redmire | Arkengarthdale | Reeth
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Lane leading up into Snaizeholme
It was in the bright, crisp light of the morning, that Harry was finally able to see for himself the lonely, windswept beauty of Snaizeholme, and once again he found himself at a loss. Indeed, it was as though no matter where he went in the dales, which corner he turned, hill he climbed, path or road he travelled, the place always had something special to show him, a secret to be revealed. And Snaizeholme was no exception.
Dales barn, Hawes
Sunk deep into the fellside, the barn was so much a part of the landscape that it was as though the surrounding hills had never known a time without it.
Rafters inside dales barn
Above him, Harry could see that the barn had once contained an upper floor, but it must have crumbled away decades ago, though remnants of the rafters still remained, jutting out like rotting teeth from the wall above, and at one end some of that ancient floor was still secured into the walls.
Neil's house, Gayle
Jim arrived at Neil’s parents’ house half an hour after leaving the community centre in Hawes. Their house sat up in Gayle, just past the old Methodist chapel, the pristine front lawn cut in two by a flagstone path leading down to a garage, in front of which was parked a large black BMW 4×4.
Vet's house, Hawes
When he pulled up at the vet’s house, rolling past a garage, Harry parked up next to a rather full skip, filled with rubble and dust. Looking at it, Harry thought back to what Sowerby had found in the tyre tracks out at the barn earlier in the week, the tiling adhesive, the granite dust.
Redmire, home of Arthur
‘Arthur lives over in Redmire,’ Eric said. ‘That’s why. Because if someone says Redmire, that’s what I think, isn’t it?’
Redmire
At last, Harry arrived in Redmire, and after following the road around a bend into the village, he hung a left, past a small green on the right, then taken another left just after another pub, the Bolton Arms, which had looked even cosier and inviting than the Wheatsheaves in Carperby.
Looking down into Arkengarthdale
Once it was all done, and with Jim having found Eric Haygarth’s address for him, Harry had then set off over the fells from Redmire and down into Swaledale. Driving through Reeth, he’d then headed on up into Arkengarthdale
Road from Arkengarthdale and onto Reeth
Heading back down Arkengarthdale towards Reeth, Harry tried to pull together what he had so far from what had been found at the barn in Snaizeholme, what had happened at Arthur’s, and now his little visit into another ancient dale.
Dales barn
‘There’s a badger’s sett just ahead,’ Dave explained, ‘like I said. Just up there a bit and behind the barn. I’ve got a couple of those fancy wildlife cameras set up, you see. Bit of a hobby of mine, wildlife, that is. I know the farmer and he’s happy for me to come out and set them up.’
