The village of Muker, in Upper Swaledale, is both our place of work and, for the last three years, our spiritual home. From here we step straight out into a magical landscape of drystone wall patterned fells, wild flower meadows, meandering paths, tumbling waterfalls, huddled stone hamlets and villages, and iconic field barns (know locally as a cow'us); all tied together by the rushing River Swale. 

Unashamedly biased, we hold Swaledale to be the loveliest of all the Yorkshire Dales. 

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