Dreaming Stones: Finding the way…

I don’t mind driving on motorways… but they are never my first choice of road. While they do… as long as there are no hold-ups… get you from A to B fast, they do not allow for adventures. You cannot stop to admire or explore the land… you can’t see an unknown road and turn down it on the spur of the moment, or head for that odd-shaped hill on the horizon.  Once on a motorway, you are pretty much stuck until the appointed exit.

The stretch of motorway that runs between Carlisle and Kirby Lonsdale, though, is seldom busy and passes through such magnificent countryside that I am always glad to drive it. With the hills of the lake District on one side and the Yorkshire Dales on the other, I know of few other bits of motorway that can compare. And I know it well; I used to drive it every weekend as I delivered the internal mail to a hotel chain around the country. I have driven it on business and for pleasure… and it was here that I kidnapped Stuart and our adventures together first began.

Therefore, although I was reluctant to leave the country lanes and our adventures behind, I dutifully obeyed common sense and got back on the motorway, heading south. I would come off at Kirby Lonsdale, and at least we would have the last hours of the day travelling through Yorkshire… something I am always glad to do.

So quite how I managed to leave at completely the wrong exit, I’ll never know.

I realised straight away and found somewhere to turn around. I supposed I was just still tired, even though I felt absolutely fine. I got back on the motorway and headed south again. And, yet again, inexplicably took the wrong exit. As I had already done that once when we had pulled off in search of a café, in spite of knowing the area so well, this made the third time…and three is a magical number and one that generally requires you to pay attention.

Oddly enough, we were on the same road that we had taken, all those years before, on our first unplanned expedition. That had to be significant. I knew I could get us to Kirby Lonsdale on the back roads… so this time, we did as we were being nudged to do, left the motorway behind and headed for the hills.

Although the roads were fairly familiar, I could not really remember exactly which way they went or where they would lead us. ‘Kirkoswald’, said Stuart, map in hand. The name was familiar.. then we remembered that we’d had the place earmarked as a possible lunch stop for our Cumbria workshop last December… but I still couldn’t picture it which is unusual for me… I usually have a very good memory for the places we have been.

It didn’t fall into place until we came to the top of a hill where we had turned the car around on one of our reconnaissance trips. We stopped at the village shop and noticed a pretty cottage for sale named for the Raven… and anything to do with ravens tends to make us start taking notice. There was a church there that we had also earmarked as a possible for the Cumbrian workshop, in case of inclement weather. It was not a church we had visited, though, as we had never found anywhere to park and had overshot the entry by miles.

Maybe, we thought, we could get there this time. So, off we went…and overshot the church again. This time, I found a rather dodgy place to turn around and went back to the village, parking close to the Raven cottage. We knew there was something that had seemed worth seeing at the church, but could not, at first, remember what that might be. We had never even looked at pictures of the place. Hoping it would be worth the stop, we passed the odd, detached bell tower on its hill and opened the gate…

* The 2nd, 3rd and 4th pictures were taken on that first adventure, long ago.

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com.
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23 Responses to Dreaming Stones: Finding the way…

  1. Pingback: Dreaming Stones: Finding the way… — Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo – yazım'yazgısı (typography)

  2. jenanita01 says:

    I always used to avoid motorways whenever possible, give me the scenic route every time!

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  3. fransiweinstein says:

    I have THE worst sense of direction. i’d never get where I was going and for that matter, I’d probably never quite figure out where I wanted to get to in the first place.

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  4. Sadje says:

    Your wrong turn took you to the right place.

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  5. Widdershins says:

    … and off they go again, on their neverending quest … 😀

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