Fangs for the Memories

Todays trip out – courtesy of Jo and John, was sold to me as ‘ Do you fancy seeing a Vampire grave?’ Say no more, the answer was a resounding yes. Even the added sentence ‘The place is like the village of the damned’ didn’t put me off, in fact it just made me want to visit even more so off we set. We stopped off in Ingleton to visit the Rock Shop – I’d already refused point-blank to visit the local caves. I’ve seen ‘Descent’ so you have no chance what so ever of getting me in a silly hat and underground. The drive out to Dent was pretty stunning, lots of windy narrow roads through mile upon mile of nothing but rolling barren hills, ruins and sheep. A quick stop to photograph the Settle to Carlisle viaduct and off we headed again down roads I wouldn’t have a hope in hell of getting The Beast down.

The Settle - Carlisle Viaduct

 Arriving in Dent it wasn’t at all like I’d expected in fact it was really quaint with higgledy piggledy cobbled streets and cottages. I was told it looked better on a sunny day and not to be fooled – phooey, it was charming. The Vampire grave was fairly uninspiring but legend has it that the occupant – George Hodgson was thought to have made a pact with the devil which enabled him to live to the ripe old age of 94 (this was the 1700’s) so the locals reluctantly buried him in a remote corner of the churchyard but when people claimed to have seen him around the village they dug him up, drove a stake through him and re-buried him by the church door! How kind.

The grave of the Dent Vampire

 

St Andrew's church

 Apart from the church there isn’t much else to see in the village – a few shops, cafes and pubs. The Sun Inn might have looked at home in An American Werewolf in London as the ‘Slaughtered Lamb’. Luckily the pubs and tea rooms were all dog friendly so we were able to stop for lunch at the Meadowside Cafe which the dogs all enjoyed as they got to sit under the table and share our chips.

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About travellingninjas3

Scarlet haired veggie/coeliac/tattooed/charity shop loving rebel sold everything to take to the road with 3 Yorkies in a campervan to discover the meaning of life & blog about it. It all went well for 18 months but then a flippin bloke walked into my life and turned it upside down so now the travelling has come to a halt but I still live in the van but in a field - marvellous :o)
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