Within a 10-minute walk from my house, I can find myself in a country lane with idyllic views over the beautiful Yorkshire countryside. When I take my dog out, this route is probably my favourite, especially in the summertime when the weather is fine. On a clear day, I can see many miles into the distance, and I never tire of the wonderful view.
There are often sheep and cattle in the field; only this week I witnessed the amazing sight of new-born lambs skipping around without a care in the world. My dog was transfixed as he sat down to watch them for what seemed like an eternity.
The mile-long lane itself is one of the highest parts of one of the highest villages in Yorkshire. There are three lay-bys on one side of the road and a few benches on the other side. On a Sunday afternoon, I often see two old ladies sat on those benches admiring the picturesque setting while out for a leisurely stroll.
When those lay-bys are not used as illegal fly-tipping locations, they provide magnificent rest areas. A few years ago, I saw two parked cars, one was empty, and the other had a gentleman behind the steering wheel and a lady in the passenger seat. While I’m not one to condone extra-marital affairs in any way, shape or form, it was easy to imagine that a loving couple could secretly meet up in such a perfect setting to steal some precious moments together. It wasn’t the first time I had seen such an occurrence, in fact, it seemed to be a regular event as dusk descended and the spectacular sunsets displayed their magnificence for just a few minutes each day.
Imagine the disgust at my own naivete as I discovered on a local discussion forum only last month that those lay-bys are in fact renowned dogging sites; at least that might explain the regular sightings of empty cans of extra-strong lager, ‘Diamond White’ cider and discarded condoms. I now feel that my favourite route is like a game of golf… “a good walk, spoiled”. **Note, this is a well-known Mark Twain quote… about golf, not dogging!