One Bad Turn
Reeth | Askrigg
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The Village Green
At Reeth, though, the green seemed to be trapped in another time. Here, he could imagine a horse and cart trundling through […] Walking through the place was a journey that followed the whispers and memories of ghosts. Matt had certainly felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up more than once or twice when walking through Reeth’s lanes.
The Black Bull
Parking up, Harry glanced over at the Black Bull pub and its odd upside-down sign. Light spilled out from there, too, but it struggled to get beyond the windows, as though it wanted to stay inside to enjoy the warmth and the company of those enjoying their evening.
Road from Askrigg over to Swaledale
The road out of the back of Askrigg was steep, a thin line of grey thread left loose to hang down the side of the great moor-blanketed mounds of the fells.
