Money Growing Trees and More Stinging Nettle

Today the BP's set off into unknown territory once again. This time, we packed a picnic set for the Yorkshire Dales! My imagination was already going crazy before we left. I imagined rolling hills, magical streams, and beautiful animals.

 I was not disappointed! The streams were gorgeous (there were even a few waterfalls, they were far smaller than Niagara Falls, but far more beautiful as well, I imagined a secret world behind the falls, with elfs and unicorns and fairies and lots of kindred spirits) the hills were endless, rolling towards the horizon, and the animals were free, happy and wild. There were goats, sheep, cows, and horses.

 One thing I did not expect was stinging nettle! Sadly, despite the fact that I wore proper walking shoes, socks, my black jeans, and even a sweater, they managed to bite the only vulnerable part of my body... my hands! Luckily, I toughed out the pain and put my hand under the waterfall. This calmed down the hives and I'm feeling better now. The question is... what am I supposed to wear to keep them off of me? Nettle-protection spray? If such a product exists, please let me know!

 The wind in the Dales made the tall grass blow in such a state it looked as though it was about to lift me up and push me to a magical world-or maybe the finish line of the never-ending five mile hike.

 Eventually, we stopped by a little stream and had a picnic lunch, where I ate a cheese and bread sandwich and had some chocolate, then I went into the meadows and ran around, of course, mom, aka Dani BP took this candid photo of my frolicking.

 Money Growing Trees

 How many times has a teacher told us "You need to work hard and get a job, money doesn't grow on trees." or a parent said "No, you can't have those shoes, they're too expensive, money doesn't grow on trees, you know." Well, looks like I've proved them wrong. What the picture above shows is the rare money-growing tree, found in Northern England, though humans are still in denial of it's existense, for the acceptance of this species would mean the retirement of a common phrase.

 When we first spotted this tree, I was amazed and my imagination went crazy. Middle rascal, not so much, she was quite frightened by it, and ran away.

Sheep in the Yorkshire Dales

xox 

Young Rascal