Over the hills and far away, the tiny little village of Cray

Big excitement in the Dales this weekend. Saturday I went up to do my water chemistry sampling (Wait, its Saturday?! not again!) and I got passed by THREE ambulances. I saw a paraglider on top of a hill where one ambulance was coming from, so assumed it was a paraglider accident. But no. A car crash further up the road. A chopper came too. I could see the scene down in the valley. I think no one was seriously hurt, the ambulances didn't drive off, and no one was (pork) choppered out. After sampling I hiked to the interestingly-named hamlet of Cray. I had tried before but didn't want to be out when.....darkness falls... This time I arrived and found it consisted of a pub, a parking lot, and a farmhouse. There was a small stream with probably no crays. On the way back Piemaster pursued rabbits.