Following an overdose of sugar-based treats provided by Mrs Pieman, I took some of my grandkids to Swinhope in Weardale to have a look at some holes in the ground based on a faulty theory that some cold weather, the potential to fall into some water and a bit of exercise on some boggy tussocks might calm them down a bit.
We looked at the lead mine (just inside – no dangerous explorations)
We searched for shiny rocks and found quite a lot
We explored a large number of shakeholes, all in a line. I think there were about a dozen and a half. #1 grandchild counted 57.
Two of these appeared to have potholes in them and a reference to a really old copy of Northern Caves Volume Five: The Northern Dales reveals that they’re called Swinhope Pots and are 30 feet deep. Its a good job we didn’t get right in there.
Muddied and semi-calm, we visited Chatterbox cafe in St Johns Chapel where hot chocolates with cream and mini marshmallows plus apple and blackberry crumbles with vanilla ice-creams were consumed. This replenished the blood-sugar levels a treat. This may have been an error of judgement on my part.
chatterbox (click the link for the doggy and grand-sprog friendly chatterbox cafe)
Oh yes, and we saw some frogs as well..