When I was ten years old, we moved as a family to a small market town just a few miles outside the North Yorkshire Moors National Park in northern England. It became our thing as a family that every week, after finishing Sunday dinner, we would take our dog and walk up in the Cleveland Hills for a couple of hours.
One of our favourite places to park was …
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